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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1158 | 2019-07-28 11:55:26 | 137.47 | 98% |
| 833 | 2019-03-21 17:52:08 | 120.92 | 98% |
| 128 | 2017-01-18 21:57:31 | 113.08 | 92% |