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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6038 | 2020-11-16 09:34:12 | 104.52 | 99% |
| 4533 | 2020-08-26 17:05:05 | 95.62 | 97% |
| 330 | 2019-09-28 13:23:03 | 71.97 | 95% |