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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2705 | 2017-05-12 00:18:00 | 88.39 | 96% |
| 1740 | 2016-11-22 00:24:56 | 90.46 | 100% |
| 263 | 2016-09-27 03:10:59 | 95.96 | 99% |