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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2021-05-06 00:12:20 | 80.39 | 96% |
| 164 | 2021-04-09 17:51:53 | 81.00 | 96% |