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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1670 | 2022-10-23 19:23:12 | 61.69 | 95% |
| 1026 | 2022-04-13 11:50:26 | 60.03 | 95% |