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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2129 | 2023-07-17 21:02:06 | 82.98 | 96% |
| 1269 | 2022-07-28 11:20:54 | 78.55 | 95% |
| 1147 | 2022-07-15 14:33:10 | 88.60 | 97% |