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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 823 | 2021-01-11 04:56:55 | 84.35 | 97% |
| 612 | 2021-01-07 11:33:50 | 95.24 | 99% |