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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5771 | 2019-07-16 06:19:04 | 86.64 | 97% |
| 2490 | 2018-11-17 08:58:05 | 86.72 | 98% |
| 1319 | 2018-10-25 15:42:54 | 77.49 | 96% |