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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8552 | 2021-03-30 13:31:43 | 118.65 | 99% |
| 8206 | 2021-01-12 15:38:36 | 109.40 | 97% |
| 5746 | 2020-10-22 17:22:33 | 119.42 | 98% |