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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7211 | 2023-06-14 07:23:14 | 84.37 | 99.3% |
| 5950 | 2023-04-28 04:38:05 | 77.53 | 99% |