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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1912 | 2021-11-29 06:41:37 | 94.73 | 98% |
| 343 | 2021-06-30 01:09:39 | 72.33 | 97% |