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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3537 | 2022-11-01 05:32:46 | 65.80 | 96% |
| 1023 | 2022-07-12 07:28:26 | 64.44 | 98% |