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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1831 | 2022-03-06 21:37:30 | 60.28 | 95% |
| 1597 | 2022-02-15 20:18:42 | 55.20 | 95% |