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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 131 | 2023-07-15 23:48:14 | 48.51 | 95.8% |
| 75 | 2023-07-09 14:25:28 | 40.74 | 95.7% |