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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2023-06-13 02:06:47 | 65.40 | 96.5% |
| 492 | 2023-06-07 11:39:27 | 67.48 | 97.7% |