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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1648 | 2022-07-19 12:31:43 | 118.51 | 98% |
| 753 | 2021-04-15 11:32:55 | 116.79 | 98% |