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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3781 | 2021-04-04 18:57:07 | 146.64 | 100% |
| 1654 | 2021-01-22 01:43:38 | 126.83 | 98% |
| 1435 | 2021-01-18 05:18:54 | 129.63 | 99% |