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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3475 | 2022-08-16 07:43:20 | 58.27 | 93% |
| 2672 | 2022-07-19 10:56:05 | 63.96 | 93% |