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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17837 | 2021-04-20 01:00:56 | 86.53 | 96% |
| 1217 | 2020-05-06 23:17:20 | 62.90 | 95% |