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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2092 | 2022-10-11 01:53:39 | 65.09 | 96% |
| 994 | 2022-03-15 15:58:21 | 56.36 | 97% |