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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9338 | 2023-01-07 13:28:31 | 79.70 | 97% |
| 5238 | 2022-04-01 17:13:28 | 64.34 | 95% |
| 1618 | 2020-03-09 18:52:28 | 55.00 | 96% |