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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2022-06-25 10:48:05 | 89.94 | 97% |
| 210 | 2022-05-13 07:08:43 | 78.75 | 96% |