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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2021-01-21 17:50:54 | 65.16 | 97% |
| 1057 | 2021-01-21 17:36:15 | 61.71 | 97% |
| 351 | 2019-07-09 18:22:49 | 56.07 | 97% |
| 129 | 2013-12-15 08:36:40 | 50.48 | 93% |