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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7518 | 2023-01-18 19:19:06 | 99.13 | 98% |
| 6574 | 2022-07-19 04:06:51 | 93.83 | 98% |
| 3954 | 2021-04-06 20:29:00 | 95.25 | 97% |