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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2751 | 2022-09-21 00:16:51 | 39.63 | 97% |
| 1467 | 2021-11-19 12:29:50 | 42.52 | 98% |