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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1121 | 2022-04-20 16:53:14 | 74.37 | 94% |
| 231 | 2021-02-02 03:49:36 | 64.47 | 95.6% |