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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2001 | 2017-08-07 18:15:43 | 45.39 | 93% |
| 1935 | 2017-08-07 13:17:34 | 48.67 | 95% |
| 607 | 2017-07-22 17:23:18 | 45.17 | 94% |