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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2023-04-24 07:09:01 | 82.70 | 96% |
| 4 | 2020-07-23 11:27:30 | 56.64 | 93% |