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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1630 | 2020-07-19 08:36:56 | 51.49 | 94% |
| 1590 | 2020-07-11 09:08:49 | 57.42 | 94% |
| 1315 | 2020-07-07 21:56:19 | 60.80 | 96% |