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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 650 | 2021-01-08 00:36:31 | 77.10 | 97% |
| 7 | 2020-12-19 00:18:38 | 49.10 | 94% |