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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12063 | 2022-08-05 03:48:53 | 99.11 | 98% |
| 10804 | 2021-10-08 00:55:53 | 95.55 | 98% |
| 5151 | 2018-12-19 02:19:33 | 91.75 | 98% |