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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 370 | 2017-04-02 03:42:34 | 51.78 | 89% |
| 105 | 2015-04-09 13:02:28 | 59.36 | 93% |
| 15 | 2013-02-04 04:34:56 | 53.04 | 94% |