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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5125 | 2023-10-13 09:32:47 | 78.29 | 97.1% |
| 1333 | 2023-05-16 15:02:37 | 60.09 | 94% |