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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 881 | 2023-08-02 08:20:55 | 54.12 | 97.5% |
| 723 | 2023-02-27 16:18:28 | 66.70 | 98% |
| 400 | 2023-02-01 15:42:07 | 58.04 | 97% |