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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1866 | 2021-12-07 13:48:56 | 75.53 | 96% |
| 1334 | 2020-01-14 08:04:49 | 66.96 | 95% |