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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 763 | 2019-08-16 00:00:03 | 57.83 | 97% |
| 305 | 2015-11-19 12:30:00 | 65.12 | 100% |
| 64 | 2015-10-15 06:07:13 | 59.98 | 98% |