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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2586 | 2020-09-05 05:55:09 | 142.98 | 99% |
| 1119 | 2020-03-10 05:08:20 | 118.96 | 98% |