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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2246 | 2022-11-22 22:04:06 | 89.58 | 96% |
| 1140 | 2021-05-12 22:59:36 | 78.19 | 96% |