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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3681 | 2023-10-18 08:53:42 | 82.80 | 96% |
| 2244 | 2023-08-04 15:02:55 | 73.09 | 97% |
| 1681 | 2023-06-26 14:28:22 | 75.34 | 96% |