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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 822 | 2021-01-12 06:12:44 | 56.65 | 96% |
| 348 | 2020-12-31 02:40:35 | 51.07 | 97% |