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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2100 | 2022-01-20 19:46:21 | 86.11 | 96% |
| 517 | 2021-12-01 03:30:07 | 90.72 | 97% |