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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3983 | 2022-10-23 21:09:42 | 69.61 | 97% |
| 3373 | 2022-02-19 06:44:53 | 67.61 | 96% |
| 3014 | 2022-01-15 20:58:24 | 77.89 | 98% |
| 748 | 2020-10-12 02:30:55 | 54.03 | 95% |