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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6964 | 2021-06-01 07:31:44 | 107.80 | 98% |
| 3445 | 2020-08-05 03:06:14 | 90.17 | 97% |
| 1815 | 2020-04-23 11:05:54 | 104.73 | 98% |