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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1624 | 2022-08-09 04:45:26 | 81.14 | 97% |
| 1178 | 2022-01-11 23:27:36 | 83.14 | 98% |