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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18790 | 2022-12-07 19:38:35 | 111.28 | 98% |
| 13537 | 2021-07-31 16:56:17 | 113.10 | 97% |
| 9487 | 2021-03-05 17:21:03 | 79.85 | 95% |