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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2563 | 2023-04-27 21:18:05 | 64.14 | 97% |
| 1964 | 2023-01-04 23:01:28 | 56.66 | 94% |
| 951 | 2022-10-18 20:01:34 | 57.11 | 95% |