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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2934 | 2022-06-20 03:07:48 | 142.70 | 99% |
| 1267 | 2022-05-27 06:48:37 | 133.44 | 100% |
| 178 | 2018-10-25 15:35:33 | 123.79 | 98% |