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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4461 | 2017-05-26 03:15:48 | 91.78 | 96% |
| 1478 | 2016-10-16 09:45:09 | 69.66 | 90% |
| 1078 | 2016-09-16 02:51:40 | 73.48 | 93% |