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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1574 | 2023-03-30 21:31:14 | 96.71 | 99% |
| 477 | 2022-12-23 05:33:37 | 71.36 | 96% |