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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4653 | 2020-08-31 03:08:51 | 75.55 | 96% |
| 4652 | 2020-08-31 03:08:01 | 71.53 | 97% |