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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5232 | 2018-09-30 00:38:11 | 162.82 | 99% |
| 4517 | 2018-08-16 15:01:17 | 148.37 | 98% |
| 309 | 2017-01-02 12:43:29 | 146.96 | 96% |