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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2068 | 2021-10-10 01:42:23 | 107.45 | 98% |
| 1681 | 2021-06-29 04:08:59 | 106.70 | 97% |