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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1355 | 2018-10-03 04:54:29 | 32.63 | 95% |
| 314 | 2017-02-18 10:52:48 | 44.33 | 94% |
| 214 | 2017-02-09 11:12:45 | 43.54 | 94% |