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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1255 | 2020-12-02 12:27:47 | 86.00 | 94% |
| 132 | 2020-02-05 08:44:08 | 76.40 | 95% |