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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1619 | 2021-11-07 10:06:46 | 106.85 | 95% |
| 1190 | 2021-09-27 15:10:22 | 106.34 | 96% |