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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1761 | 2022-05-14 00:32:53 | 117.12 | 97% |
| 481 | 2021-04-01 03:54:22 | 92.38 | 96% |
| 277 | 2021-03-13 15:38:24 | 106.79 | 96% |