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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 619 | 2021-01-08 01:59:21 | 77.95 | 98% |
| 391 | 2020-12-04 05:49:48 | 61.87 | 96% |