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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9097 | 2021-07-10 15:24:36 | 122.00 | 97% |
| 7178 | 2018-08-02 14:49:44 | 120.74 | 97% |
| 6840 | 2018-06-03 22:47:12 | 104.19 | 96% |
| 3369 | 2017-10-16 15:37:08 | 109.76 | 96% |
| 2610 | 2017-09-10 11:43:10 | 113.71 | 97% |
| 1000 | 2017-06-18 14:18:03 | 86.29 | 95% |