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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2021-06-26 06:44:17 | 50.58 | 96% |
| 916 | 2021-04-28 06:02:32 | 39.40 | 94% |