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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 840 | 2022-02-06 22:52:16 | 60.85 | 97% |
| 226 | 2022-01-11 16:02:18 | 60.60 | 98% |