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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4282 | 2022-03-10 03:14:10 | 97.88 | 95% |
| 3373 | 2021-09-14 15:58:46 | 92.71 | 97% |
| 343 | 2016-09-20 08:58:02 | 42.76 | 87% |