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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1299 | 2016-11-02 05:00:14 | 58.32 | 90% |
| 995 | 2016-10-11 04:58:45 | 51.99 | 88% |
| 251 | 2015-07-02 05:26:35 | 86.83 | 95% |