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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2021-06-06 07:35:11 | 88.16 | 97% |
| 108 | 2019-09-26 02:54:44 | 51.98 | 95% |