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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6536 | 2018-11-07 06:47:53 | 103.89 | 98% |
| 3009 | 2018-02-12 22:24:49 | 78.36 | 95% |
| 89 | 2017-08-12 21:06:05 | 77.34 | 99% |