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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1625 | 2023-09-02 08:11:02 | 58.08 | 94.7% |
| 1561 | 2023-08-26 14:10:52 | 63.25 | 96.6% |