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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 60 | 2019-08-25 07:03:26 | 43.62 | 93% |
| 25 | 2019-08-24 23:38:14 | 36.55 | 93% |