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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1228 | 2022-03-30 15:37:11 | 57.04 | 96% |
| 1166 | 2022-03-28 15:10:56 | 52.23 | 94% |
| 394 | 2021-11-10 13:08:18 | 47.67 | 95% |