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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2120 | 2022-02-07 11:22:22 | 88.22 | 97% |
| 915 | 2020-12-09 02:53:08 | 66.23 | 96% |