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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4233 | 2022-05-04 18:18:48 | 64.68 | 98% |
| 1719 | 2017-02-14 19:11:20 | 65.64 | 99% |
| 329 | 2016-05-27 12:55:26 | 50.26 | 96% |