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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1557 | 2020-09-14 02:23:05 | 68.82 | 95% |
| 1048 | 2018-06-01 06:57:23 | 77.97 | 98% |