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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5130 | 2019-05-27 13:33:03 | 162.43 | 98% |
| 1307 | 2016-03-30 11:47:36 | 110.88 | 89% |
| 961 | 2016-03-04 19:48:13 | 118.71 | 82% |