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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3774 | 2018-08-24 02:45:01 | 110.37 | 97% |
| 2326 | 2018-05-20 20:33:31 | 95.44 | 97% |
| 375 | 2018-02-28 13:40:19 | 88.26 | 97% |