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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9451 | 2021-04-20 14:40:24 | 79.91 | 97% |
| 8204 | 2021-02-13 14:12:46 | 84.45 | 96.8% |
| 294 | 2019-11-04 12:53:57 | 52.11 | 96% |