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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4032 | 2022-11-26 20:04:04 | 86.85 | 96% |
| 3208 | 2022-10-28 12:45:03 | 86.99 | 97% |
| 2210 | 2022-10-13 06:00:02 | 82.80 | 96% |
| 1647 | 2022-10-02 22:39:53 | 68.34 | 95% |