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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 221 | 2023-09-22 19:55:35 | 77.34 | 95.6% |
| 104 | 2022-01-22 22:31:28 | 83.18 | 98% |