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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1253 | 2022-10-31 11:42:30 | 53.57 | 96% |
| 363 | 2021-12-21 13:47:21 | 48.95 | 95% |