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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3534 | 2022-03-04 12:49:19 | 51.69 | 95% |
| 1345 | 2017-01-18 14:46:22 | 51.04 | 95% |