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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8445 | 2019-09-21 13:31:36 | 84.25 | 96% |
| 6649 | 2019-07-18 22:32:02 | 90.03 | 96% |
| 3000 | 2018-11-03 18:53:07 | 68.73 | 96% |