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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1343 | 2021-06-05 12:32:33 | 96.43 | 98% |
| 1302 | 2021-05-24 20:46:02 | 93.24 | 98% |
| 270 | 2018-11-11 23:18:28 | 91.67 | 97% |