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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 961 | 2023-06-26 15:11:30 | 55.64 | 96% |
| 123 | 2013-11-29 14:18:10 | 54.54 | 89% |