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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2022-11-21 11:48:32 | 105.53 | 99% |
| 532 | 2022-11-20 16:09:59 | 113.46 | 98% |