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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5549 | 2023-08-09 20:19:34 | 80.47 | 97.4% |
| 5125 | 2023-07-31 23:00:33 | 83.84 | 97.7% |
| 4109 | 2023-07-16 10:08:10 | 77.98 | 96.7% |