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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6993 | 2021-02-12 16:00:42 | 81.74 | 97% |
| 4621 | 2020-10-08 13:20:03 | 96.30 | 99% |
| 237 | 2014-12-24 12:33:17 | 52.78 | 87% |
| 103 | 2014-12-14 12:40:09 | 45.14 | 85% |