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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2479 | 2017-12-18 11:14:27 | 65.90 | 96% |
| 659 | 2016-09-29 03:16:33 | 59.17 | 98% |
| 484 | 2016-09-24 12:17:37 | 55.52 | 95% |