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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3148 | 2022-01-27 17:09:44 | 102.36 | 97% |
| 2149 | 2021-11-25 17:14:39 | 92.21 | 97% |