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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6648 | 2021-09-01 15:56:06 | 63.07 | 95% |
| 5886 | 2021-02-03 17:56:12 | 61.71 | 95% |
| 5564 | 2020-10-11 08:26:02 | 60.42 | 95% |