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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10708 | 2018-05-27 02:03:14 | 83.71 | 99% |
| 2747 | 2017-08-06 09:39:40 | 58.20 | 95% |
| 247 | 2017-07-14 11:15:18 | 55.83 | 98% |