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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3327 | 2022-10-11 08:47:42 | 65.73 | 94% |
| 3298 | 2022-09-19 17:46:13 | 79.13 | 98% |
| 2880 | 2022-06-16 05:06:05 | 62.97 | 96% |