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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2496 | 2021-03-29 18:53:39 | 59.29 | 95% |
| 2062 | 2021-03-19 21:53:52 | 66.22 | 96% |
| 586 | 2021-03-04 18:03:13 | 62.45 | 97% |
| 514 | 2021-03-03 16:24:49 | 57.96 | 96.5% |