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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4822 | 2022-03-29 11:43:06 | 111.90 | 99% |
| 2893 | 2022-03-08 01:20:44 | 101.08 | 98% |
| 2070 | 2022-02-27 02:39:41 | 113.16 | 100% |