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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65 | 2020-11-26 16:43:42 | 40.57 | 94% |
| 2 | 2020-11-17 21:11:38 | 45.73 | 96% |