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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17686 | 2021-03-24 21:23:21 | 75.71 | 95% |
| 16576 | 2021-03-02 01:32:25 | 77.68 | 97% |
| 15911 | 2021-02-22 10:36:48 | 68.10 | 96.7% |
| 11747 | 2021-01-12 07:05:28 | 85.24 | 96% |