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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2157 | 2021-08-15 04:55:39 | 44.59 | 98% |
| 2020 | 2021-08-09 07:11:10 | 43.92 | 96% |