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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3029 | 2022-12-05 08:34:10 | 57.21 | 94% |
| 2780 | 2022-11-28 10:57:10 | 60.35 | 92% |