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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1512 | 2023-08-04 11:44:52 | 78.06 | 99% |
| 1110 | 2023-02-24 07:19:27 | 72.73 | 97% |