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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2016-10-10 02:11:14 | 55.42 | 85% |
| 1106 | 2015-08-31 05:25:25 | 67.27 | 92% |
| 521 | 2014-02-04 00:29:17 | 57.18 | 85% |