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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1642 | 2020-10-04 16:30:36 | 85.47 | 96% |
| 750 | 2020-10-01 11:50:30 | 113.56 | 99% |