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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2545 | 2017-05-27 10:49:37 | 62.77 | 94% |
| 1090 | 2016-11-02 01:47:17 | 55.72 | 92% |
| 641 | 2016-04-19 08:24:14 | 51.63 | 92% |