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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1477 | 2023-02-02 06:58:43 | 57.37 | 95% |
| 131 | 2022-07-05 14:36:07 | 51.09 | 95% |