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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8445 | 2020-07-01 14:01:06 | 104.01 | 98% |
| 3454 | 2020-01-06 14:44:53 | 92.70 | 98% |
| 1676 | 2019-03-04 15:59:56 | 79.74 | 96% |