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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1496 | 2020-07-15 03:48:36 | 73.67 | 95% |
| 1268 | 2020-07-12 07:02:59 | 79.12 | 97% |