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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5020 | 2021-07-16 21:39:35 | 78.75 | 98% |
| 2118 | 2018-12-02 20:59:59 | 64.56 | 95% |
| 916 | 2018-09-11 15:12:03 | 56.87 | 96% |