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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2102 | 2023-06-28 07:33:33 | 75.85 | 96.9% |
| 887 | 2022-09-27 10:04:13 | 65.94 | 96% |