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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6900 | 2022-04-05 17:32:15 | 75.95 | 95% |
| 6654 | 2022-03-25 20:34:41 | 76.92 | 96% |
| 4828 | 2021-11-14 19:18:20 | 66.88 | 95% |