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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 485 | 2021-03-14 17:01:09 | 65.42 | 96% |
| 397 | 2021-02-26 06:04:46 | 67.74 | 96.8% |