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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4482 | 2023-05-08 03:40:25 | 98.66 | 97% |
| 2128 | 2021-11-18 05:45:56 | 64.83 | 96% |