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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1156 | 2022-07-13 11:28:44 | 68.66 | 98% |
| 577 | 2021-11-21 10:59:23 | 59.53 | 96% |