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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5027 | 2020-04-06 07:45:04 | 70.30 | 95% |
| 3883 | 2020-01-03 05:44:22 | 66.72 | 96% |
| 2843 | 2019-10-31 00:41:04 | 60.51 | 97% |
| 1115 | 2019-09-09 02:24:16 | 53.91 | 95% |