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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15866 | 2022-04-22 00:04:03 | 90.30 | 95% |
| 11568 | 2020-10-25 02:00:15 | 102.49 | 97% |
| 8011 | 2019-12-15 05:58:25 | 98.23 | 98% |