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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4844 | 2023-01-29 09:12:04 | 50.69 | 96% |
| 1076 | 2021-06-14 13:03:04 | 38.79 | 93% |
| 474 | 2021-05-29 12:35:32 | 36.51 | 93% |