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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 69 | 2022-01-17 11:05:24 | 76.51 | 98% |
| 45 | 2022-01-16 18:36:35 | 71.04 | 97% |