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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4673 | 2018-05-21 13:09:01 | 67.16 | 96% |
| 2200 | 2017-06-24 14:44:56 | 55.73 | 93% |
| 299 | 2013-11-08 06:22:14 | 45.23 | 85% |