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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1448 | 2023-01-27 14:12:50 | 53.80 | 94% |
| 459 | 2022-12-17 10:49:04 | 56.34 | 96% |
| 27 | 2022-11-29 17:06:59 | 51.52 | 95% |