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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9419 | 2023-01-22 13:43:15 | 116.46 | 97% |
| 5600 | 2022-05-26 17:48:40 | 103.48 | 96% |
| 4988 | 2022-05-17 17:49:35 | 142.43 | 99% |
| 1462 | 2022-03-19 21:09:23 | 114.06 | 97% |