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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12379 | 2022-10-07 20:31:44 | 76.29 | 97% |
| 5142 | 2021-01-08 14:19:25 | 62.07 | 95% |
| 1054 | 2020-11-20 08:29:20 | 51.84 | 96% |