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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8273 | 2021-02-19 17:52:31 | 72.04 | 95.5% |
| 5750 | 2020-05-22 15:30:16 | 58.27 | 95% |
| 1581 | 2019-09-11 15:14:45 | 50.36 | 94% |