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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3854 | 2023-07-21 13:48:49 | 77.96 | 96.3% |
| 3322 | 2023-02-05 08:39:43 | 73.20 | 94% |
| 998 | 2021-05-02 03:08:02 | 57.44 | 95% |