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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5308 | 2021-04-25 20:19:47 | 70.43 | 96% |
| 4817 | 2021-03-20 08:04:26 | 68.17 | 96% |
| 209 | 2020-06-29 16:41:57 | 53.17 | 96% |