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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1796 | 2019-10-17 13:40:39 | 81.03 | 96% |
| 179 | 2015-02-24 08:58:51 | 59.52 | 95% |
| 18 | 2015-02-18 21:55:58 | 55.01 | 95% |