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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17688 | 2023-09-03 11:13:36 | 77.92 | 96% |
| 13775 | 2021-07-08 07:27:14 | 68.55 | 97% |
| 9292 | 2021-02-16 15:13:05 | 56.08 | 97.2% |