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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13305 | 2022-09-22 11:21:00 | 83.14 | 97% |
| 6097 | 2021-06-04 06:23:45 | 83.96 | 97% |