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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2329 | 2021-04-25 04:45:43 | 96.97 | 99% |
| 1343 | 2019-10-18 19:22:43 | 92.49 | 98% |
| 633 | 2019-04-25 21:21:15 | 78.80 | 97% |
| 28 | 2018-08-24 17:59:08 | 77.78 | 97% |