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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3246 | 2021-02-23 00:25:14 | 62.08 | 96% |
| 2494 | 2021-02-13 08:33:57 | 49.56 | 94.8% |
| 1171 | 2017-10-08 19:36:36 | 58.51 | 97% |