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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2870 | 2022-09-21 19:48:51 | 90.03 | 96% |
| 2564 | 2022-09-19 06:44:05 | 77.81 | 95% |