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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4397 | 2022-01-21 03:23:35 | 72.80 | 97% |
| 4103 | 2021-11-15 03:02:18 | 79.12 | 98% |
| 3421 | 2021-01-14 05:21:43 | 67.79 | 96% |
| 2185 | 2020-11-13 00:31:48 | 68.22 | 96% |