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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6727 | 2019-02-03 01:55:22 | 150.32 | 98% |
| 4098 | 2018-12-12 18:46:24 | 164.13 | 99% |