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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5683 | 2021-03-24 10:35:51 | 90.17 | 97% |
| 4962 | 2021-02-15 11:17:03 | 84.06 | 96.5% |