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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2793 | 2019-05-24 17:51:27 | 85.03 | 98% |
| 2297 | 2019-04-28 18:54:02 | 78.36 | 96% |
| 775 | 2019-03-27 14:53:01 | 71.22 | 97% |