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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2266 | 2021-01-25 08:33:09 | 76.54 | 98% |
| 976 | 2019-11-11 14:15:23 | 77.16 | 97% |