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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9591 | 2021-03-08 13:34:51 | 63.52 | 96% |
| 8650 | 2021-01-27 13:39:56 | 64.71 | 96% |
| 4173 | 2020-08-24 08:21:47 | 51.18 | 95% |