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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 464 | 2020-10-30 15:35:57 | 57.17 | 96% |
| 346 | 2020-08-23 04:42:06 | 49.58 | 96% |