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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2081 | 2021-12-24 18:54:47 | 68.55 | 96% |
| 855 | 2021-05-06 19:36:41 | 62.86 | 98% |
| 359 | 2021-02-25 15:28:07 | 65.19 | 96.4% |