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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1824 | 2017-12-12 21:52:19 | 95.72 | 99% |
| 1075 | 2016-09-25 00:49:18 | 77.12 | 93% |
| 665 | 2016-07-25 02:24:16 | 76.18 | 95% |