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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1722 | 2022-10-20 18:45:05 | 78.64 | 96% |
| 1487 | 2022-10-02 22:39:42 | 88.84 | 97% |
| 1175 | 2021-04-12 23:10:51 | 94.99 | 98% |