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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 79 | 2019-03-08 09:26:05 | 40.63 | 99% |
| 70 | 2019-03-08 04:56:07 | 35.86 | 93% |