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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5390 | 2023-07-07 21:08:32 | 90.97 | 97% |
| 1353 | 2018-12-19 22:31:17 | 73.98 | 97% |