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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2249 | 2020-11-02 01:49:15 | 97.06 | 98% |
| 2034 | 2020-03-08 15:52:46 | 102.22 | 99% |
| 1769 | 2019-12-01 19:27:29 | 96.19 | 97% |
| 1294 | 2019-01-09 17:00:55 | 88.24 | 98% |