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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1813 | 2021-03-14 21:00:21 | 95.25 | 97% |
| 1447 | 2021-01-22 18:57:50 | 111.42 | 98% |