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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7262 | 2023-08-31 13:17:42 | 105.61 | 96% |
| 6399 | 2023-07-13 14:54:45 | 102.72 | 97% |