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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4581 | 2023-07-18 03:40:18 | 99.39 | 96.8% |
| 3890 | 2023-05-22 05:49:22 | 113.39 | 97.2% |