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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2662 | 2023-03-14 09:42:50 | 79.20 | 96% |
| 1452 | 2022-05-29 08:21:26 | 70.52 | 95% |