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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2466 | 2022-11-27 03:34:41 | 95.05 | 97% |
| 1328 | 2022-02-26 08:09:30 | 85.58 | 94% |
| 1011 | 2022-02-08 01:54:19 | 85.67 | 95% |