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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 88 | 2023-05-25 21:48:50 | 53.39 | 96% |
| 47 | 2021-11-12 14:08:26 | 54.59 | 96% |