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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2020-06-10 12:37:24 | 66.64 | 96% |
| 151 | 2020-05-08 19:47:43 | 77.02 | 98% |