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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4543 | 2023-02-27 06:39:47 | 93.91 | 96% |
| 3706 | 2022-10-03 17:25:41 | 87.11 | 97% |