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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3336 | 2023-05-16 18:14:38 | 74.00 | 96% |
| 3130 | 2022-06-02 15:51:59 | 84.98 | 97% |
| 2248 | 2022-01-03 17:49:56 | 66.59 | 95% |
| 692 | 2021-07-15 16:02:49 | 68.60 | 96% |