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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3685 | 2021-11-28 03:04:04 | 87.91 | 99% |
| 2714 | 2021-08-06 13:45:42 | 89.42 | 99% |
| 1960 | 2021-01-29 07:23:18 | 91.68 | 98.3% |