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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4164 | 2021-02-21 06:20:27 | 79.01 | 96.7% |
| 3433 | 2021-02-03 08:14:02 | 68.61 | 94.7% |
| 2315 | 2021-01-09 16:04:58 | 64.52 | 95% |