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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 388 | 2021-06-01 08:57:37 | 90.05 | 96% |
| 48 | 2021-05-21 16:14:53 | 83.88 | 98% |