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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 253 | 2023-09-22 15:42:07 | 101.36 | 97.1% |
| 63 | 2020-04-08 03:06:26 | 95.91 | 99% |