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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3702 | 2023-09-16 06:06:09 | 72.39 | 97.2% |
| 2573 | 2023-07-28 06:46:56 | 61.10 | 94.4% |
| 2035 | 2023-07-17 17:23:53 | 69.80 | 96.4% |