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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 945 | 2018-08-22 17:34:20 | 77.93 | 97% |
| 380 | 2017-09-06 00:07:28 | 72.22 | 98% |
| 20 | 2016-12-03 01:59:59 | 52.05 | 91% |