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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2172 | 2021-09-07 17:13:43 | 47.36 | 92% |
| 1415 | 2021-08-21 09:41:09 | 58.45 | 96% |