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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2022-03-10 13:52:43 | 94.50 | 98% |
| 859 | 2022-02-26 13:15:20 | 98.85 | 98% |
| 359 | 2018-07-24 10:02:28 | 71.34 | 97% |