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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2615 | 2021-12-01 01:50:36 | 73.95 | 97% |
| 1544 | 2021-01-06 20:55:38 | 86.08 | 97% |
| 196 | 2018-09-06 22:01:28 | 64.42 | 96% |