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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 843 | 2022-01-01 21:21:47 | 80.11 | 99% |
| 267 | 2021-04-27 10:14:31 | 58.93 | 95% |