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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2586 | 2021-03-17 14:13:31 | 67.61 | 98% |
| 1188 | 2021-02-09 09:58:48 | 65.34 | 97.4% |