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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6375 | 2019-07-28 02:07:23 | 81.38 | 100% |
| 5562 | 2019-06-05 02:05:35 | 68.41 | 97% |
| 3689 | 2018-12-24 17:09:38 | 75.51 | 100% |