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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4118 | 2021-05-15 15:04:25 | 79.74 | 99% |
| 3933 | 2021-01-11 23:35:48 | 82.58 | 99% |
| 204 | 2020-11-12 03:22:04 | 65.49 | 98% |