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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1103 | 2023-05-06 17:56:24 | 46.77 | 97% |
| 897 | 2023-05-05 10:38:14 | 44.85 | 96% |