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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3594 | 2023-02-18 21:21:15 | 107.15 | 97% |
| 2814 | 2021-09-29 01:49:00 | 108.90 | 98% |
| 2748 | 2021-09-20 14:56:21 | 100.75 | 97% |
| 1379 | 2021-03-31 17:06:04 | 116.46 | 99% |