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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1584 | 2021-05-03 23:01:50 | 67.47 | 95% |
| 371 | 2021-02-15 11:17:09 | 73.20 | 96.7% |