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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6968 | 2022-05-26 17:48:55 | 71.22 | 97% |
| 5537 | 2022-03-04 10:44:36 | 88.52 | 98% |
| 3631 | 2021-04-24 16:11:32 | 54.23 | 96% |