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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9434 | 2022-09-13 04:16:54 | 102.46 | 97% |
| 5261 | 2021-11-12 10:09:59 | 88.18 | 96% |
| 3501 | 2021-09-14 02:46:21 | 78.49 | 95% |
| 1267 | 2021-01-13 11:41:35 | 77.24 | 96% |