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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3567 | 2021-09-23 08:25:08 | 74.76 | 97% |
| 825 | 2021-08-15 14:26:09 | 67.38 | 96% |