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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1538 | 2022-03-07 15:42:11 | 90.80 | 97% |
| 1287 | 2021-08-30 09:03:52 | 88.14 | 97% |