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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15206 | 2023-01-28 02:11:09 | 43.68 | 93% |
| 12053 | 2022-06-06 00:06:30 | 40.78 | 93% |
| 3075 | 2021-03-16 12:10:42 | 29.46 | 94% |
| 2744 | 2021-03-13 12:44:26 | 42.10 | 97% |