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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1352 | 2021-04-13 04:16:14 | 45.08 | 98% |
| 1351 | 2021-04-13 00:55:17 | 40.45 | 96% |
| 514 | 2021-02-10 06:52:21 | 49.94 | 99% |
| 513 | 2021-02-10 06:21:35 | 47.13 | 97% |
| 512 | 2021-02-10 06:09:12 | 41.35 | 97% |