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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8319 | 2022-09-11 22:10:22 | 73.18 | 95% |
| 2881 | 2020-06-23 16:23:21 | 81.36 | 96% |
| 1463 | 2018-11-19 23:18:58 | 58.62 | 93% |