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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10024 | 2023-10-03 01:47:35 | 75.00 | 97.9% |
| 2922 | 2021-01-30 02:15:03 | 50.91 | 94.8% |