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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2846 | 2021-06-13 01:20:14 | 77.19 | 97% |
| 1312 | 2017-03-23 09:38:08 | 74.76 | 98% |
| 247 | 2016-06-19 09:49:12 | 75.12 | 98% |