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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 537 | 2021-10-10 18:00:42 | 119.96 | 99% |
| 531 | 2021-10-10 17:52:12 | 119.84 | 99% |