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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7785 | 2022-08-07 16:17:56 | 72.94 | 97% |
| 6989 | 2022-05-05 14:36:47 | 68.80 | 97% |
| 2589 | 2021-06-03 13:45:32 | 61.42 | 96% |
| 726 | 2021-03-30 00:24:53 | 49.19 | 95% |