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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 297 | 2022-07-10 06:57:15 | 63.11 | 95% |
| 134 | 2022-06-24 10:39:09 | 65.52 | 98% |