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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6000 | 2020-07-19 00:25:41 | 103.85 | 95% |
| 5535 | 2020-05-12 18:16:45 | 142.05 | 100% |