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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8046 | 2021-03-18 17:33:15 | 74.64 | 96% |
| 7746 | 2021-03-04 04:45:44 | 75.92 | 96% |