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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2023-08-27 11:49:25 | 72.95 | 94.6% |
| 784 | 2023-07-20 13:07:49 | 72.64 | 97.2% |