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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3967 | 2023-04-26 17:04:30 | 101.44 | 97% |
| 3186 | 2023-02-22 22:57:07 | 103.77 | 98% |