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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1132 | 2022-01-15 23:08:03 | 73.07 | 95% |
| 358 | 2021-11-28 03:04:11 | 74.78 | 97% |
| 143 | 2021-11-16 01:19:30 | 76.44 | 96% |