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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2072 | 2022-05-07 10:31:09 | 87.12 | 96% |
| 880 | 2022-03-10 11:38:13 | 82.91 | 97% |