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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2420 | 2018-12-17 02:01:32 | 125.75 | 99% |
| 811 | 2017-02-17 04:47:37 | 118.48 | 94% |
| 417 | 2016-11-19 03:30:48 | 107.33 | 91% |