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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1850 | 2022-07-01 08:10:25 | 70.18 | 97% |
| 947 | 2022-04-09 13:48:46 | 63.10 | 97% |
| 124 | 2022-03-16 21:44:35 | 48.86 | 95% |