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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1097 | 2019-12-28 17:22:17 | 66.05 | 95% |
| 683 | 2019-12-04 05:19:19 | 66.57 | 97% |