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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8473 | 2020-05-18 10:07:41 | 64.06 | 96% |
| 6354 | 2020-02-12 22:22:43 | 64.91 | 97% |
| 3086 | 2019-02-21 20:14:02 | 46.10 | 94% |