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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1233 | 2021-01-02 15:11:57 | 91.21 | 99% |
| 80 | 2019-07-25 16:58:21 | 70.56 | 97% |