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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2585 | 2022-06-01 02:17:56 | 78.21 | 95% |
| 1565 | 2021-06-30 13:10:34 | 63.40 | 94% |
| 643 | 2021-03-31 10:38:04 | 53.69 | 93% |