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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18532 | 2023-10-05 12:47:55 | 132.36 | 96.9% |
| 7539 | 2023-04-13 13:25:13 | 135.86 | 98% |
| 3690 | 2023-02-03 14:11:41 | 153.18 | 98% |