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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5329 | 2021-12-24 08:24:41 | 65.99 | 95% |
| 3255 | 2021-11-23 09:21:28 | 67.36 | 95% |
| 1984 | 2021-03-04 10:17:09 | 63.61 | 95% |