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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4316 | 2022-01-10 14:24:48 | 65.43 | 96% |
| 2318 | 2021-01-08 02:18:55 | 58.36 | 95% |