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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 819 | 2022-05-28 03:55:34 | 93.64 | 97% |
| 465 | 2022-05-09 23:07:02 | 99.67 | 97% |