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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4210 | 2021-04-17 19:41:02 | 61.67 | 96% |
| 2093 | 2021-02-14 21:38:28 | 55.92 | 98.9% |
| 901 | 2021-01-30 00:43:14 | 48.24 | 95.6% |