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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 781 | 2020-10-20 04:59:14 | 91.71 | 97% |
| 189 | 2020-09-07 13:54:42 | 53.59 | 96% |