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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1398 | 2022-07-04 19:41:45 | 91.93 | 97% |
| 100 | 2017-06-21 18:30:56 | 90.67 | 99% |