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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1911 | 2023-09-23 12:02:26 | 87.77 | 98.7% |
| 1656 | 2023-09-08 16:29:32 | 93.38 | 98% |