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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6299 | 2021-10-04 14:30:18 | 88.59 | 96% |
| 3640 | 2020-06-08 08:05:48 | 71.45 | 94% |
| 3256 | 2020-05-12 04:11:49 | 54.23 | 95% |
| 565 | 2019-10-20 17:12:42 | 57.30 | 95% |