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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2021-06-08 04:54:21 | 42.89 | 94% |
| 547 | 2021-05-27 07:09:39 | 44.60 | 93% |