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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5093 | 2021-06-24 10:23:15 | 108.26 | 98% |
| 4723 | 2021-06-06 16:42:50 | 128.14 | 99% |
| 2117 | 2020-11-05 14:42:56 | 108.11 | 97% |