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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6299 | 2021-07-05 15:05:53 | 83.36 | 96% |
| 296 | 2020-08-20 00:13:17 | 65.28 | 95% |