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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 648 | 2022-09-08 23:44:32 | 130.54 | 98% |
| 352 | 2019-11-18 16:04:58 | 107.80 | 96% |