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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 154 | 2021-03-04 20:08:14 | 85.12 | 95% |
| 87 | 2021-02-03 19:09:28 | 96.34 | 98% |