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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1994 | 2021-11-05 14:40:40 | 78.44 | 96% |
| 1762 | 2021-10-30 06:01:16 | 82.78 | 99% |