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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 465 | 2021-03-20 14:32:44 | 39.95 | 93% |
| 340 | 2021-03-18 11:34:17 | 40.26 | 93% |