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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1544 | 2021-06-26 09:27:35 | 53.92 | 96% |
| 718 | 2021-05-24 07:09:44 | 42.05 | 93% |