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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2736 | 2023-02-13 17:41:05 | 87.77 | 97% |
| 1185 | 2022-08-02 15:16:14 | 79.45 | 98% |
| 796 | 2021-07-21 05:45:07 | 55.30 | 95% |