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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6204 | 2019-12-30 01:05:43 | 90.48 | 97% |
| 4153 | 2018-05-11 00:16:02 | 65.04 | 95% |
| 1432 | 2017-06-24 12:49:44 | 48.96 | 91% |