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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2258 | 2017-09-30 16:20:33 | 74.50 | 98% |
| 2035 | 2017-05-30 09:58:57 | 59.36 | 88% |
| 1158 | 2016-08-10 16:13:15 | 64.73 | 91% |
| 850 | 2016-07-19 12:30:44 | 56.85 | 89% |