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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4345 | 2023-07-18 21:36:45 | 69.46 | 97% |
| 2766 | 2021-02-23 00:25:18 | 57.89 | 95% |