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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 763 | 2022-06-16 20:27:57 | 44.44 | 93% |
| 146 | 2022-05-10 09:33:24 | 31.37 | 96% |