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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7863 | 2023-09-15 10:12:40 | 113.48 | 99% |
| 3863 | 2023-01-11 08:10:32 | 98.05 | 98% |