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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6398 | 2022-05-11 08:38:48 | 66.59 | 96% |
| 5175 | 2022-02-18 18:00:03 | 70.75 | 97% |