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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1205 | 2018-10-28 02:22:14 | 85.23 | 97% |
| 1085 | 2018-09-29 04:56:11 | 89.59 | 95% |
| 1084 | 2018-09-29 04:49:09 | 68.11 | 94% |