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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1869 | 2018-07-27 06:38:05 | 66.92 | 93% |
| 457 | 2017-02-14 05:10:18 | 73.20 | 92% |
| 264 | 2015-10-01 02:23:42 | 48.69 | 79% |