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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3152 | 2023-04-21 09:13:13 | 50.71 | 96% |
| 2522 | 2022-02-05 09:00:54 | 48.51 | 97% |
| 2418 | 2021-12-28 08:12:34 | 47.27 | 96% |