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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3351 | 2023-05-22 23:43:45 | 97.42 | 98.6% |
| 1135 | 2023-01-26 21:40:04 | 95.10 | 98% |