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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2212 | 2020-09-16 01:41:50 | 57.20 | 96% |
| 2051 | 2020-09-14 00:59:30 | 66.92 | 95% |