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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1822 | 2021-07-25 06:08:07 | 71.54 | 96% |
| 736 | 2021-04-30 19:40:12 | 51.36 | 94% |