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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3891 | 2018-02-05 03:57:13 | 87.41 | 99% |
| 566 | 2017-03-27 04:33:01 | 68.17 | 93% |
| 127 | 2017-03-02 08:13:04 | 61.53 | 96% |