I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2018-09-27 14:27:46 | 85.12 | 97% |
| 376 | 2017-08-29 04:15:21 | 78.15 | 97% |