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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1686 | 2022-02-23 21:15:05 | 67.93 | 96% |
| 879 | 2022-02-14 20:26:35 | 67.47 | 96% |