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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4095 | 2021-11-26 11:12:42 | 72.55 | 98% |
| 2934 | 2021-04-28 14:21:55 | 75.16 | 98% |
| 2644 | 2021-03-18 02:11:58 | 67.11 | 97% |