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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7418 | 2022-03-26 11:00:34 | 48.37 | 98% |
| 1383 | 2017-02-17 10:41:28 | 53.28 | 98% |
| 182 | 2016-10-12 12:41:23 | 50.26 | 97% |