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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2844 | 2023-05-02 10:51:41 | 81.39 | 96% |
| 1489 | 2023-02-24 07:19:22 | 80.67 | 97% |