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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2735 | 2022-07-11 16:07:04 | 55.51 | 94% |
| 2229 | 2022-05-17 15:42:34 | 69.51 | 96% |