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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2271 | 2022-06-21 00:04:54 | 50.90 | 92% |
| 350 | 2022-02-15 13:02:05 | 46.39 | 94% |