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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5767 | 2020-05-30 10:31:01 | 56.17 | 97% |
| 2364 | 2019-08-08 08:54:53 | 54.00 | 96% |
| 711 | 2019-06-29 15:01:39 | 52.67 | 97% |