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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3249 | 2022-09-16 14:00:50 | 74.73 | 97% |
| 3014 | 2022-09-09 11:32:14 | 78.93 | 96% |