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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3905 | 2021-04-04 18:31:40 | 88.32 | 97% |
| 304 | 2018-10-29 10:45:24 | 80.99 | 97% |