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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2021-07-15 20:48:50 | 67.76 | 95% |
| 107 | 2015-12-06 18:35:20 | 32.29 | 88% |
| 34 | 2015-12-03 12:27:05 | 41.88 | 96% |