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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2145 | 2021-05-26 00:00:25 | 61.35 | 94% |
| 362 | 2020-05-08 12:38:34 | 54.68 | 93% |