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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2020-04-17 15:11:25 | 68.90 | 96% |
| 659 | 2020-04-17 14:28:50 | 86.35 | 97% |