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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2023-09-29 11:42:56 | 53.70 | 95.5% |
| 467 | 2023-09-22 15:51:07 | 45.62 | 93.6% |