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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 220 | 2023-07-08 12:41:10 | 93.93 | 98% |
| 83 | 2023-06-18 08:30:09 | 90.57 | 98% |