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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3835 | 2023-05-14 09:23:07 | 63.89 | 99% |
| 1675 | 2023-01-15 09:16:37 | 72.41 | 97% |