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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1232 | 2021-02-11 19:00:26 | 55.63 | 96% |
| 1219 | 2021-02-10 13:52:53 | 61.27 | 96% |
| 160 | 2020-08-26 15:27:22 | 48.58 | 96% |