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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13311 | 2023-06-07 15:22:45 | 90.04 | 95.4% |
| 6868 | 2021-01-31 15:40:48 | 75.91 | 93.5% |