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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3596 | 2018-10-03 14:05:31 | 48.01 | 96% |
| 2527 | 2016-09-27 08:54:57 | 32.00 | 90% |
| 1836 | 2016-05-09 16:11:19 | 44.77 | 96% |