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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 172 | 2021-02-04 05:41:30 | 101.02 | 98% |
| 133 | 2021-02-03 07:35:16 | 94.77 | 97.4% |
| 80 | 2020-10-13 04:10:02 | 83.27 | 95% |