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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3608 | 2022-06-10 16:06:18 | 95.51 | 96% |
| 1920 | 2021-05-19 03:38:55 | 79.25 | 97% |