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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1279 | 2020-05-18 06:12:49 | 93.45 | 97% |
| 310 | 2016-07-17 02:00:57 | 74.66 | 94% |
| 204 | 2016-03-23 16:01:36 | 73.18 | 93% |