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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1374 | 2022-10-25 13:53:40 | 53.18 | 98% |
| 1036 | 2020-08-23 06:30:01 | 53.03 | 98% |
| 245 | 2013-07-01 19:43:13 | 49.08 | 97% |
| 106 | 2013-06-20 20:35:28 | 56.54 | 99% |