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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2022-08-10 13:42:45 | 45.33 | 93% |
| 890 | 2022-07-21 04:29:17 | 43.59 | 91% |