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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4044 | 2020-10-04 04:20:51 | 70.03 | 98% |
| 3176 | 2019-10-18 00:14:14 | 81.31 | 98% |
| 600 | 2019-02-15 22:35:41 | 64.83 | 95% |