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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2601 | 2022-03-15 02:48:54 | 63.29 | 97% |
| 2083 | 2018-07-28 18:56:55 | 54.69 | 99% |