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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13635 | 2023-09-04 13:33:37 | 98.07 | 97.5% |
| 9414 | 2023-03-23 07:09:26 | 126.13 | 99% |
| 4485 | 2021-12-18 10:08:16 | 69.19 | 95% |