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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10949 | 2023-09-10 13:39:25 | 124.14 | 98.6% |
| 6667 | 2023-03-15 18:05:54 | 109.90 | 99% |
| 3426 | 2022-06-29 20:10:51 | 98.92 | 97% |