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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 96 | 2021-01-01 23:44:35 | 59.89 | 95% |
| 71 | 2020-12-17 10:41:14 | 61.25 | 97% |