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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1277 | 2023-08-23 12:29:32 | 79.64 | 95.9% |
| 68 | 2023-05-08 12:20:33 | 70.46 | 95% |