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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7631 | 2021-10-31 16:45:14 | 46.73 | 95% |
| 7116 | 2021-10-06 08:13:30 | 50.77 | 95% |
| 3987 | 2021-08-04 16:22:37 | 35.32 | 93% |
| 3726 | 2021-08-02 17:40:44 | 41.56 | 94% |