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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2364 | 2022-10-17 18:54:46 | 101.96 | 99% |
| 790 | 2021-10-03 22:48:52 | 90.42 | 98% |