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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10393 | 2022-10-02 22:55:35 | 78.51 | 97% |
| 9684 | 2021-12-25 18:11:23 | 83.38 | 97% |
| 8058 | 2021-05-21 17:53:49 | 74.28 | 96% |
| 5301 | 2021-01-10 15:48:47 | 72.71 | 96% |
| 278 | 2014-05-21 12:50:38 | 34.80 | 88% |