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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2146 | 2019-02-16 17:53:59 | 83.84 | 99% |
| 800 | 2012-12-29 16:24:17 | 80.41 | 95% |
| 558 | 2012-05-20 10:19:49 | 69.54 | 93% |