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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28233 | 2023-09-04 02:19:02 | 146.79 | 99% |
| 22694 | 2022-11-29 01:37:05 | 158.05 | 100% |
| 12750 | 2021-01-05 17:19:46 | 140.36 | 98% |