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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2100 | 2023-05-11 01:19:53 | 65.26 | 98% |
| 1621 | 2023-03-17 04:40:44 | 63.76 | 97% |