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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7498 | 2021-10-09 18:15:18 | 86.92 | 98% |
| 6445 | 2021-04-08 15:44:15 | 97.57 | 98% |
| 4593 | 2021-01-01 00:35:37 | 78.66 | 97% |