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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7586 | 2018-10-03 12:15:50 | 44.68 | 94% |
| 3692 | 2018-04-15 17:45:15 | 37.70 | 95% |
| 3123 | 2018-04-10 16:22:44 | 33.71 | 96% |