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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22145 | 2021-09-18 20:48:15 | 87.40 | 98% |
| 18870 | 2021-03-02 03:19:29 | 101.29 | 99% |
| 17795 | 2021-02-10 13:39:50 | 88.28 | 98% |