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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3306 | 2021-08-28 12:08:06 | 74.20 | 96% |
| 2261 | 2021-05-23 14:24:15 | 66.07 | 97% |
| 1389 | 2021-03-21 09:17:23 | 64.76 | 95% |