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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3649 | 2020-04-07 01:44:45 | 42.11 | 95% |
| 1832 | 2019-11-20 15:37:29 | 41.63 | 97% |