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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1542 | 2022-10-30 15:51:38 | 64.29 | 97% |
| 1323 | 2022-06-01 03:17:04 | 57.51 | 94% |