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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5889 | 2022-11-30 04:43:00 | 100.97 | 97% |
| 2502 | 2021-12-14 04:57:21 | 88.80 | 97% |