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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 949 | 2021-03-21 11:32:39 | 47.39 | 95% |
| 712 | 2021-03-11 09:34:55 | 54.82 | 96% |
| 597 | 2021-03-07 15:03:06 | 53.42 | 96% |