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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2834 | 2022-04-02 13:00:39 | 75.40 | 97% |
| 2741 | 2022-03-28 21:01:07 | 72.43 | 97% |
| 1070 | 2017-06-10 14:04:15 | 52.69 | 95% |