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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9107 | 2023-03-15 18:05:53 | 112.37 | 99% |
| 2531 | 2018-02-12 06:43:56 | 100.01 | 98% |
| 214 | 2017-04-11 05:29:32 | 82.09 | 96% |