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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1445 | 2020-04-27 22:24:16 | 137.81 | 99% |
| 841 | 2020-02-27 12:20:41 | 125.16 | 97% |