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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2341 | 2021-01-27 15:59:06 | 48.75 | 95% |
| 732 | 2020-08-30 12:50:00 | 41.05 | 97% |