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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2561 | 2023-06-13 12:55:51 | 122.84 | 99.3% |
| 1483 | 2022-03-01 06:44:01 | 92.51 | 96% |