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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1844 | 2022-03-04 05:24:44 | 83.60 | 95% |
| 429 | 2021-03-31 05:30:40 | 90.00 | 99% |
| 388 | 2020-11-26 02:04:14 | 82.85 | 98% |