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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8854 | 2023-02-12 17:20:33 | 90.59 | 98% |
| 8760 | 2023-02-09 15:23:27 | 82.26 | 97% |
| 6688 | 2022-05-02 22:10:28 | 84.80 | 98% |
| 5191 | 2022-01-04 18:37:06 | 75.82 | 97% |