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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21486 | 2020-06-26 06:00:16 | 135.38 | 97% |
| 11823 | 2020-03-01 17:43:12 | 153.53 | 99% |
| 4020 | 2019-12-23 16:26:51 | 124.45 | 98% |