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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 190 | 2023-02-16 15:40:56 | 53.77 | 99% |
| 61 | 2022-10-19 20:25:33 | 55.83 | 97% |