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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6670 | 2021-11-25 13:17:06 | 71.54 | 96% |
| 3982 | 2021-02-09 14:58:57 | 60.90 | 92.7% |
| 1726 | 2020-10-15 17:13:10 | 69.30 | 96% |