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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3650 | 2022-02-12 13:21:08 | 90.94 | 95% |
| 2137 | 2022-01-26 14:08:57 | 110.01 | 98% |