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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2022-11-27 03:34:41 | 97.69 | 97% |
| 248 | 2022-10-05 13:57:44 | 78.92 | 97% |