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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1596 | 2020-04-20 14:30:56 | 58.68 | 95% |
| 1299 | 2020-04-03 12:57:50 | 55.66 | 93% |