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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4747 | 2018-09-21 17:05:27 | 72.28 | 99% |
| 1824 | 2018-07-23 21:37:28 | 59.03 | 97% |
| 4 | 2018-07-07 20:55:54 | 62.28 | 97% |