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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2021-01-13 20:51:36 | 52.02 | 97% |
| 85 | 2021-01-12 22:09:07 | 51.16 | 97% |