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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2021-04-23 12:26:31 | 40.21 | 93% |
| 52 | 2021-01-17 17:49:58 | 32.55 | 94% |