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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1470 | 2023-01-26 01:39:51 | 102.42 | 97% |
| 342 | 2023-01-16 20:29:09 | 106.81 | 97% |
| 213 | 2023-01-16 16:41:51 | 88.67 | 98% |