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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7416 | 2023-08-18 11:24:19 | 117.14 | 98% |
| 5315 | 2022-05-17 04:16:31 | 80.36 | 97% |
| 1582 | 2022-02-05 04:18:32 | 64.76 | 95% |
| 1277 | 2022-01-30 12:29:12 | 62.48 | 93% |