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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 966 | 2022-06-12 23:58:25 | 64.85 | 95% |
| 854 | 2022-06-08 14:04:42 | 60.70 | 96% |