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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 694 | 2022-07-01 19:05:06 | 54.88 | 97% |
| 489 | 2022-05-18 15:23:11 | 52.52 | 94% |