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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1605 | 2019-12-21 23:51:37 | 74.86 | 95% |
| 1482 | 2018-11-09 04:37:22 | 83.52 | 97% |