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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3699 | 2022-05-12 09:29:06 | 78.91 | 96% |
| 3330 | 2022-05-01 05:33:30 | 90.05 | 97% |
| 1777 | 2020-05-19 17:53:14 | 70.05 | 96% |
| 565 | 2019-05-30 16:20:57 | 48.13 | 93% |