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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5295 | 2021-01-08 06:25:34 | 71.60 | 96% |
| 1512 | 2020-10-04 03:34:26 | 67.92 | 96% |