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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13362 | 2023-05-10 15:17:52 | 78.73 | 98% |
| 8216 | 2023-02-09 20:21:42 | 57.94 | 94% |