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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2791 | 2018-12-10 15:30:51 | 70.27 | 98% |
| 2158 | 2017-06-07 16:33:57 | 73.14 | 98% |
| 1414 | 2016-02-03 11:58:52 | 64.96 | 97% |