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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1593 | 2022-03-10 16:50:11 | 63.05 | 95% |
| 596 | 2021-09-16 16:20:05 | 52.10 | 95% |