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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6673 | 2022-04-07 16:51:23 | 55.23 | 96% |
| 4782 | 2021-09-17 06:00:34 | 59.92 | 95% |
| 3713 | 2021-08-01 06:22:47 | 55.66 | 96% |
| 2513 | 2021-04-30 05:18:42 | 48.02 | 94% |