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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2023-05-24 13:27:37 | 77.08 | 97% |
| 515 | 2022-07-31 07:25:06 | 77.97 | 97% |
| 338 | 2022-06-02 03:39:08 | 65.23 | 95% |