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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4563 | 2022-10-23 07:47:06 | 69.87 | 96% |
| 4139 | 2022-09-23 12:42:59 | 68.40 | 95% |
| 89 | 2022-01-13 08:15:29 | 57.35 | 96% |