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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4932 | 2021-10-20 14:26:27 | 85.38 | 98% |
| 1562 | 2020-11-24 13:51:14 | 75.39 | 97% |
| 1431 | 2020-11-14 15:48:00 | 78.18 | 97% |