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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3302 | 2019-04-25 06:01:21 | 63.29 | 98% |
| 2402 | 2018-12-13 12:30:54 | 63.40 | 98% |
| 376 | 2018-09-30 04:42:56 | 63.39 | 98% |