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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5885 | 2021-06-18 03:52:36 | 154.72 | 98% |
| 4853 | 2020-06-06 03:23:53 | 131.25 | 98% |