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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1360 | 2017-03-22 15:32:57 | 64.54 | 94% |
| 1080 | 2016-08-13 08:30:33 | 56.67 | 92% |
| 420 | 2016-07-01 13:10:53 | 35.80 | 87% |