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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5841 | 2021-09-16 12:02:47 | 78.74 | 96% |
| 4068 | 2021-07-01 15:43:33 | 84.71 | 98% |