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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2021-06-13 19:20:30 | 83.79 | 98% |
| 840 | 2021-05-14 17:54:16 | 66.38 | 97% |