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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5981 | 2023-03-01 03:20:38 | 197.72 | 99% |
| 1128 | 2021-05-02 06:41:19 | 192.17 | 99% |
| 1127 | 2021-05-02 06:37:41 | 169.87 | 98% |