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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2265 | 2020-11-16 08:15:25 | 40.79 | 92% |
| 1545 | 2020-09-19 03:51:54 | 47.87 | 94% |