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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2735 | 2022-04-18 19:50:20 | 74.11 | 98% |
| 1669 | 2019-07-01 17:54:32 | 87.00 | 97% |
| 364 | 2016-07-16 13:39:14 | 77.06 | 95% |
| 173 | 2016-07-06 14:33:03 | 77.74 | 97% |