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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2743 | 2019-12-13 19:01:07 | 53.53 | 97% |
| 1567 | 2019-04-29 16:12:32 | 42.84 | 96% |