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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2232 | 2018-08-17 08:15:29 | 59.54 | 97% |
| 1609 | 2018-01-26 10:06:26 | 52.68 | 95% |
| 964 | 2017-09-13 14:53:31 | 49.03 | 94% |