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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3790 | 2023-05-16 15:02:35 | 63.36 | 96.2% |
| 2817 | 2022-12-20 13:43:19 | 51.79 | 95% |