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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1566 | 2017-08-04 07:51:08 | 56.01 | 95% |
| 726 | 2017-05-17 22:14:34 | 94.03 | 98% |
| 261 | 2017-04-25 04:45:45 | 93.93 | 98% |