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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2021-07-06 15:48:16 | 68.73 | 96% |
| 476 | 2021-07-05 23:10:02 | 70.79 | 95% |