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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3069 | 2021-05-25 17:55:44 | 80.44 | 97% |
| 2043 | 2019-07-14 17:03:54 | 83.74 | 98% |
| 1604 | 2017-07-05 19:12:03 | 85.24 | 98% |
| 1078 | 2016-09-02 17:03:52 | 76.40 | 93% |