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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5798 | 2023-06-05 11:08:59 | 85.77 | 95.5% |
| 935 | 2021-02-03 15:55:02 | 55.63 | 93% |