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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3647 | 2021-11-11 14:43:17 | 51.17 | 93% |
| 3148 | 2021-10-05 15:30:41 | 52.31 | 95% |