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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1439 | 2021-11-01 17:18:57 | 88.45 | 96% |
| 331 | 2020-11-14 21:01:18 | 79.49 | 95% |