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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1591 | 2018-12-16 19:47:03 | 60.51 | 93% |
| 950 | 2018-11-03 20:38:09 | 48.63 | 94% |
| 817 | 2018-10-29 19:33:52 | 55.29 | 93% |