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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10033 | 2019-04-17 04:34:59 | 100.04 | 96% |
| 4641 | 2018-05-10 19:45:20 | 87.77 | 95% |
| 3741 | 2018-03-03 19:59:24 | 82.55 | 96% |