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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1071 | 2021-02-23 09:41:57 | 80.06 | 98.6% |
| 812 | 2020-12-13 06:04:13 | 59.61 | 97% |