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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6602 | 2023-07-08 12:41:12 | 88.69 | 97% |
| 2658 | 2022-05-22 13:19:53 | 82.26 | 96% |
| 2490 | 2022-05-04 16:47:12 | 83.42 | 96% |
| 845 | 2021-09-23 06:16:03 | 77.71 | 97% |