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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10920 | 2022-04-02 10:47:59 | 82.36 | 96% |
| 9684 | 2022-03-01 17:17:28 | 95.10 | 98% |
| 8086 | 2022-01-24 13:48:30 | 96.81 | 98% |
| 4731 | 2021-08-28 10:46:42 | 82.85 | 96% |