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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1190 | 2021-02-19 19:58:12 | 66.81 | 96.1% |
| 930 | 2020-08-31 01:04:26 | 63.52 | 96% |