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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3947 | 2023-02-20 15:26:50 | 94.79 | 100% |
| 2482 | 2017-11-03 11:44:07 | 88.93 | 99% |