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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11579 | 2023-01-07 13:28:39 | 66.88 | 94% |
| 8793 | 2021-11-15 05:58:28 | 78.91 | 96% |
| 7513 | 2021-10-08 10:44:38 | 71.77 | 96% |
| 4865 | 2021-08-24 11:42:24 | 68.69 | 93% |