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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3282 | 2021-04-04 10:46:26 | 54.85 | 96% |
| 1578 | 2020-11-01 20:48:58 | 44.94 | 96% |