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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3529 | 2023-09-08 20:42:36 | 74.05 | 96.7% |
| 2002 | 2021-12-27 04:59:01 | 67.07 | 94% |