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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11006 | 2022-07-30 17:57:31 | 105.00 | 97% |
| 5226 | 2021-09-22 21:09:28 | 72.38 | 94% |
| 5019 | 2021-09-15 20:06:50 | 85.77 | 94% |
| 2795 | 2021-08-04 19:00:51 | 76.94 | 94% |