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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1382 | 2021-12-29 13:03:17 | 108.62 | 97% |
| 1097 | 2021-11-14 21:22:16 | 108.90 | 98% |