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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1543 | 2022-10-01 12:30:16 | 67.75 | 96% |
| 570 | 2022-07-17 13:33:27 | 71.40 | 96% |