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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2772 | 2023-07-21 01:19:32 | 61.94 | 95.2% |
| 1552 | 2021-08-04 11:14:36 | 62.53 | 95% |