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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2019-03-29 05:06:33 | 67.80 | 96% |
| 399 | 2019-03-08 09:53:01 | 71.00 | 95% |
| 130 | 2014-08-22 05:36:54 | 73.37 | 91% |