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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3129 | 2021-11-09 18:36:27 | 67.17 | 97% |
| 2186 | 2021-07-13 17:09:18 | 61.55 | 97% |
| 1680 | 2021-06-08 08:27:46 | 57.43 | 96% |