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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5501 | 2023-09-04 06:13:14 | 81.18 | 96% |
| 998 | 2017-06-14 23:03:57 | 49.82 | 96% |
| 764 | 2017-05-22 13:08:42 | 47.23 | 95% |