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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1824 | 2021-03-23 06:18:56 | 96.40 | 98% |
| 1163 | 2021-03-10 07:52:13 | 96.42 | 98% |
| 977 | 2021-03-03 00:06:10 | 86.10 | 98% |