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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 449 | 2022-11-18 06:53:09 | 36.73 | 92% |
| 192 | 2022-11-10 06:40:06 | 36.74 | 93% |