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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2054 | 2016-12-16 02:33:04 | 59.54 | 94% |
| 1078 | 2016-11-04 14:16:41 | 48.85 | 90% |
| 76 | 2016-08-02 00:48:59 | 33.81 | 88% |