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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2508 | 2023-09-04 06:16:12 | 70.88 | 98% |
| 2108 | 2023-08-02 08:01:39 | 65.89 | 97% |
| 2042 | 2023-08-02 00:42:54 | 70.00 | 99% |
| 386 | 2021-06-27 03:54:39 | 62.54 | 96% |