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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 900 | 2021-01-05 09:12:09 | 62.56 | 95% |
| 635 | 2020-12-19 11:46:50 | 61.12 | 95% |