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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 979 | 2021-10-16 00:54:33 | 121.76 | 98% |
| 616 | 2021-02-17 00:27:03 | 125.22 | 99.6% |