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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 458 | 2022-04-05 03:06:48 | 91.32 | 97% |
| 5 | 2015-02-27 15:24:13 | 34.50 | 90% |