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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1979 | 2022-06-05 14:02:50 | 68.18 | 95% |
| 682 | 2021-08-17 15:38:32 | 55.27 | 96% |