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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 527 | 2021-10-13 04:17:42 | 87.36 | 96% |
| 357 | 2021-08-19 03:54:58 | 81.86 | 96% |