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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3803 | 2018-12-11 16:14:03 | 65.27 | 97% |
| 1787 | 2017-11-17 16:36:39 | 65.28 | 96% |
| 1490 | 2017-11-07 15:33:50 | 62.69 | 97% |