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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6545 | 2023-01-27 04:10:14 | 135.08 | 98% |
| 6021 | 2022-11-29 02:19:54 | 143.49 | 99% |
| 756 | 2018-12-29 19:50:50 | 87.87 | 95% |