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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1735 | 2019-10-19 13:50:23 | 75.40 | 98% |
| 177 | 2018-12-13 08:29:04 | 57.32 | 97% |
| 95 | 2018-12-08 20:40:44 | 54.90 | 97% |