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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15095 | 2023-04-16 00:20:20 | 134.76 | 98% |
| 9039 | 2021-09-08 02:38:28 | 149.43 | 99% |