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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3468 | 2021-10-29 05:39:54 | 69.11 | 97% |
| 2800 | 2021-06-15 03:33:58 | 64.97 | 95% |