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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 701 | 2018-10-08 14:46:54 | 80.31 | 95% |
| 635 | 2016-02-03 06:31:03 | 74.16 | 87% |
| 584 | 2014-01-21 03:11:07 | 84.79 | 94% |