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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2860 | 2022-10-18 17:31:59 | 80.54 | 96% |
| 894 | 2020-02-25 21:31:22 | 75.54 | 98% |
| 330 | 2020-01-26 19:51:53 | 62.70 | 97% |