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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2022-05-07 16:43:13 | 62.97 | 96% |
| 261 | 2022-04-22 17:32:45 | 72.05 | 96% |