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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1632 | 2022-03-14 11:14:35 | 68.43 | 94% |
| 514 | 2022-01-28 06:39:47 | 55.61 | 94% |