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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4409 | 2020-05-09 22:34:02 | 96.78 | 97% |
| 3436 | 2020-04-05 15:14:23 | 88.88 | 98% |
| 2941 | 2020-03-26 13:02:26 | 79.25 | 96% |