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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2359 | 2022-10-03 19:10:59 | 123.13 | 97% |
| 1863 | 2022-09-18 20:47:24 | 130.91 | 98% |
| 1146 | 2022-08-16 20:55:49 | 114.41 | 96% |