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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2023-06-25 02:33:19 | 30.39 | 92% |
| 218 | 2012-10-21 13:03:32 | 30.02 | 93% |