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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9713 | 2023-02-04 12:16:07 | 58.24 | 96% |
| 6714 | 2022-10-09 10:50:45 | 59.05 | 96% |
| 4030 | 2022-06-25 12:30:36 | 55.60 | 96% |
| 3244 | 2022-05-05 10:33:21 | 55.32 | 96% |
| 2593 | 2022-04-21 14:29:43 | 52.36 | 96% |
| 2498 | 2022-04-18 12:26:16 | 44.25 | 96% |