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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2644 | 2023-01-11 03:56:38 | 115.02 | 100% |
| 1013 | 2022-12-17 11:08:17 | 98.55 | 98% |