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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4030 | 2022-12-28 14:50:38 | 67.27 | 97% |
| 2360 | 2021-11-10 09:12:27 | 61.56 | 96% |
| 1707 | 2021-08-17 09:12:39 | 54.68 | 96% |