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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8859 | 2023-10-25 00:46:45 | 124.62 | 99% |
| 5270 | 2022-08-19 23:42:49 | 96.91 | 96% |
| 3608 | 2022-05-21 15:26:16 | 92.58 | 95% |