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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15702 | 2022-05-21 22:51:58 | 99.47 | 98% |
| 5511 | 2020-02-17 21:20:06 | 93.23 | 97% |
| 1555 | 2019-09-18 01:23:15 | 90.30 | 97% |