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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2375 | 2021-02-25 15:28:31 | 43.93 | 95% |
| 1580 | 2021-01-07 11:20:05 | 45.45 | 95% |
| 191 | 2020-11-22 17:06:04 | 36.55 | 94% |