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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2976 | 2019-05-18 19:46:48 | 120.77 | 99% |
| 799 | 2018-05-09 15:37:58 | 103.66 | 97% |
| 720 | 2018-05-09 07:27:02 | 107.10 | 98% |