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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9490 | 2019-10-26 16:09:37 | 109.34 | 99% |
| 4202 | 2018-06-26 06:22:22 | 107.19 | 99% |
| 586 | 2018-02-02 16:03:32 | 105.96 | 99% |