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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1679 | 2022-08-20 08:26:01 | 91.05 | 98% |
| 1425 | 2022-07-22 02:10:52 | 77.37 | 95% |