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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6033 | 2021-08-27 03:13:05 | 107.76 | 100% |
| 1168 | 2020-12-30 04:43:51 | 105.16 | 100% |