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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4768 | 2018-08-16 15:01:16 | 156.79 | 99% |
| 4476 | 2018-03-26 22:49:33 | 160.09 | 98% |
| 75 | 2015-03-05 22:15:31 | 112.24 | 92% |