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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1787 | 2021-08-28 04:49:35 | 74.07 | 96% |
| 1633 | 2021-08-22 05:27:13 | 51.78 | 99% |