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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2022-10-31 21:34:32 | 118.02 | 99% |
| 736 | 2022-09-07 18:03:54 | 103.82 | 97% |
| 198 | 2018-04-11 19:44:49 | 86.77 | 97% |