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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1259 | 2022-07-08 13:08:04 | 49.39 | 95% |
| 621 | 2022-04-19 06:02:46 | 37.27 | 94% |