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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7336 | 2023-04-03 07:07:39 | 89.25 | 95% |
| 6077 | 2023-03-12 13:59:02 | 87.77 | 95% |