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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2765 | 2023-11-01 08:27:00 | 68.82 | 94.4% |
| 2104 | 2023-06-04 15:54:03 | 74.02 | 94.7% |