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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13377 | 2022-01-17 16:26:43 | 97.22 | 97% |
| 1686 | 2019-09-12 13:02:22 | 64.74 | 95% |