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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 748 | 2021-02-04 18:41:25 | 56.67 | 95.8% |
| 661 | 2021-01-30 22:05:34 | 52.75 | 93.3% |