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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3102 | 2023-07-17 17:23:59 | 61.95 | 96.5% |
| 2340 | 2023-05-28 21:40:22 | 65.36 | 98.6% |
| 1098 | 2023-03-15 23:31:26 | 46.95 | 97% |