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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7868 | 2023-02-18 06:56:06 | 66.09 | 97% |
| 7745 | 2023-02-09 07:13:53 | 84.16 | 99% |
| 5886 | 2022-10-17 07:41:49 | 48.78 | 97% |