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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2133 | 2021-10-28 20:31:38 | 85.92 | 98% |
| 1791 | 2021-07-20 15:15:44 | 80.07 | 98% |