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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 778 | 2023-04-16 23:45:24 | 101.97 | 98% |
| 737 | 2023-04-12 02:44:27 | 94.36 | 98% |