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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3634 | 2019-09-02 21:46:12 | 95.13 | 99% |
| 2775 | 2019-04-01 02:51:25 | 86.90 | 99% |
| 1346 | 2019-01-17 17:07:41 | 96.00 | 98% |
| 739 | 2019-01-02 00:32:54 | 83.92 | 98% |