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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2420 | 2021-05-25 04:05:23 | 46.94 | 94% |
| 343 | 2020-11-23 23:06:00 | 52.30 | 96% |