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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5791 | 2022-05-28 10:05:44 | 85.87 | 97% |
| 4015 | 2022-03-01 03:24:21 | 78.06 | 96% |
| 920 | 2021-11-17 00:32:25 | 65.70 | 97% |