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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1279 | 2021-03-27 19:16:44 | 59.27 | 95% |
| 425 | 2021-02-25 21:46:15 | 84.29 | 97% |