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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6747 | 2021-09-02 00:47:04 | 71.38 | 97% |
| 4078 | 2021-06-22 23:29:31 | 55.78 | 94% |