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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19303 | 2021-06-05 16:37:13 | 61.30 | 98% |
| 13033 | 2021-02-04 22:33:07 | 58.79 | 97% |
| 13019 | 2021-02-04 22:19:11 | 68.85 | 100% |
| 4641 | 2017-09-22 18:08:50 | 65.69 | 100% |
| 3697 | 2017-08-11 21:16:17 | 52.65 | 97% |