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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4177 | 2023-01-30 03:24:43 | 85.72 | 97% |
| 2905 | 2021-10-16 02:29:42 | 69.18 | 95% |