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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5901 | 2023-03-03 16:35:16 | 76.24 | 94% |
| 3174 | 2022-09-14 09:22:28 | 78.19 | 95% |
| 1746 | 2022-06-02 09:10:10 | 75.64 | 96% |
| 1400 | 2022-05-11 07:16:50 | 83.14 | 97% |