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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2229 | 2021-08-26 17:44:08 | 88.83 | 99% |
| 1958 | 2021-02-19 18:45:31 | 82.18 | 96.5% |