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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3940 | 2023-04-08 12:25:23 | 67.17 | 96% |
| 1864 | 2022-01-04 00:11:01 | 61.01 | 96% |
| 1368 | 2021-12-21 01:37:21 | 65.63 | 95% |
| 1120 | 2021-12-10 10:13:07 | 62.81 | 95% |