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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1361 | 2021-11-16 21:57:24 | 120.91 | 98% |
| 450 | 2020-09-11 15:27:46 | 119.54 | 98% |