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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 774 | 2022-02-24 04:39:42 | 64.42 | 97% |
| 277 | 2021-09-29 15:58:30 | 56.52 | 96% |