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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3396 | 2021-11-20 16:32:53 | 86.79 | 97% |
| 2226 | 2021-07-02 14:18:10 | 91.95 | 96% |