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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4623 | 2023-09-12 11:04:34 | 78.04 | 98% |
| 3222 | 2023-01-19 13:08:09 | 75.14 | 96% |
| 2469 | 2018-03-08 17:14:40 | 59.28 | 95% |
| 1848 | 2018-01-27 11:38:59 | 63.49 | 96% |