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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2901 | 2022-10-02 10:26:43 | 67.39 | 96% |
| 28 | 2021-11-06 12:44:44 | 43.14 | 94% |