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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1462 | 2021-10-18 10:22:44 | 55.13 | 96% |
| 981 | 2021-09-13 14:30:25 | 52.50 | 96% |