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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2703 | 2021-08-20 15:47:46 | 79.35 | 97% |
| 2472 | 2021-07-06 16:02:28 | 75.88 | 96% |
| 2195 | 2021-05-10 05:58:28 | 70.55 | 95% |
| 1313 | 2021-01-03 14:11:12 | 56.72 | 94% |