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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7332 | 2020-10-11 16:00:22 | 95.78 | 97% |
| 3738 | 2020-06-18 08:49:29 | 101.46 | 98% |