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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10790 | 2021-10-13 15:21:36 | 76.67 | 97% |
| 10236 | 2021-05-17 00:10:34 | 95.63 | 97% |
| 1904 | 2020-07-22 23:45:42 | 56.54 | 95% |