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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4115 | 2020-03-12 22:06:34 | 109.48 | 99% |
| 658 | 2019-01-16 17:41:50 | 85.22 | 97% |