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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2083 | 2021-01-13 18:45:38 | 66.23 | 97% |
| 1924 | 2020-11-15 22:13:11 | 66.47 | 96% |