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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2912 | 2017-02-27 14:31:01 | 67.95 | 92% |
| 2246 | 2016-11-16 14:09:23 | 74.49 | 93% |
| 1857 | 2016-10-11 12:57:57 | 68.16 | 92% |