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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3029 | 2022-12-21 10:20:15 | 73.19 | 97% |
| 668 | 2022-04-19 10:49:21 | 62.76 | 96% |