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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2022-06-08 10:14:29 | 56.97 | 94% |
| 237 | 2022-05-14 17:56:48 | 60.81 | 95% |