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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1056 | 2017-06-05 12:07:45 | 52.62 | 95% |
| 925 | 2016-04-11 14:05:17 | 57.83 | 93% |
| 664 | 2014-07-17 05:26:51 | 51.88 | 87% |