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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 149 | 2023-07-18 04:42:28 | 62.87 | 96% |
| 99 | 2023-02-20 03:58:36 | 60.15 | 97% |