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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5117 | 2022-03-23 14:36:15 | 71.86 | 95% |
| 1934 | 2021-09-10 15:03:42 | 63.64 | 94% |