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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7928 | 2023-04-18 14:32:53 | 84.42 | 99% |
| 7250 | 2023-03-09 09:52:37 | 80.02 | 97% |