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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4979 | 2023-04-29 16:13:46 | 84.84 | 98% |
| 1898 | 2020-11-27 11:15:48 | 64.09 | 96% |