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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2449 | 2020-10-21 15:28:17 | 67.17 | 97% |
| 1336 | 2020-03-24 07:38:40 | 63.93 | 97% |
| 702 | 2020-03-09 04:28:09 | 55.55 | 96% |