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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11516 | 2021-01-25 23:02:00 | 80.27 | 94% |
| 6887 | 2020-10-30 04:49:05 | 98.86 | 97% |