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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8414 | 2018-09-25 20:53:28 | 86.49 | 98% |
| 5922 | 2018-04-10 17:04:31 | 70.50 | 95% |
| 2128 | 2018-02-13 17:59:51 | 61.88 | 96% |