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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4549 | 2022-07-16 09:55:57 | 67.00 | 94% |
| 3831 | 2022-04-23 09:36:03 | 60.28 | 93% |
| 1745 | 2022-02-19 08:11:47 | 54.76 | 93% |