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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7809 | 2019-10-20 06:08:15 | 94.18 | 97% |
| 6536 | 2019-09-10 06:00:18 | 87.51 | 96% |
| 1422 | 2019-03-12 17:25:28 | 81.44 | 97% |