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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1729 | 2018-04-15 06:33:41 | 87.88 | 97% |
| 989 | 2015-08-12 16:52:30 | 78.07 | 94% |
| 380 | 2014-12-08 23:11:34 | 73.27 | 89% |