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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2405 | 2021-01-23 04:44:20 | 103.95 | 98% |
| 2368 | 2021-01-22 05:17:46 | 99.45 | 97% |