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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12021 | 2020-03-08 22:55:07 | 156.49 | 99% |
| 9643 | 2019-06-08 02:24:28 | 130.01 | 98% |
| 5289 | 2019-01-21 17:49:35 | 137.11 | 100% |