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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5919 | 2023-07-31 13:41:11 | 77.76 | 97.2% |
| 5283 | 2023-04-27 17:06:09 | 68.79 | 96% |