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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11983 | 2022-04-04 03:03:49 | 101.15 | 98% |
| 1361 | 2016-03-21 15:49:05 | 58.08 | 89% |
| 1093 | 2016-02-25 11:35:31 | 58.33 | 86% |
| 76 | 2014-12-27 15:03:16 | 35.13 | 95% |