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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6088 | 2022-12-14 09:56:24 | 54.87 | 96% |
| 4786 | 2022-04-07 05:55:45 | 52.32 | 97% |