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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10439 | 2020-06-15 15:30:19 | 124.09 | 99% |
| 7129 | 2019-04-08 14:21:11 | 122.95 | 99% |