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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1075 | 2022-11-15 16:16:57 | 64.66 | 96% |
| 137 | 2022-09-01 15:34:36 | 52.68 | 94% |