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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2668 | 2021-11-27 21:51:33 | 75.12 | 95% |
| 137 | 2017-01-18 22:22:55 | 41.72 | 92% |