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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4155 | 2021-03-08 03:02:29 | 63.72 | 93% |
| 462 | 2020-10-27 04:31:17 | 57.28 | 93% |
| 170 | 2020-10-16 03:38:57 | 58.07 | 95% |