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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 535 | 2021-07-03 21:05:08 | 60.05 | 97% |
| 527 | 2021-07-02 23:53:21 | 67.34 | 98% |