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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7108 | 2023-04-30 06:41:47 | 72.08 | 96% |
| 4147 | 2021-10-29 08:27:31 | 57.84 | 94% |