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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1028 | 2023-01-14 02:48:18 | 97.49 | 96% |
| 705 | 2021-09-07 05:12:24 | 91.13 | 96% |