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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5399 | 2023-05-19 08:33:59 | 89.15 | 97.7% |
| 3070 | 2023-03-18 12:19:31 | 70.50 | 94% |
| 715 | 2023-01-16 06:26:49 | 62.21 | 94% |