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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1234 | 2019-05-04 21:39:46 | 104.82 | 98% |
| 1019 | 2019-04-20 22:46:00 | 78.98 | 95% |