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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6873 | 2018-08-02 14:50:00 | 77.01 | 95% |
| 3591 | 2018-05-25 05:40:52 | 80.27 | 96% |
| 2936 | 2018-05-10 02:55:36 | 88.22 | 97% |
| 1444 | 2018-04-18 07:02:43 | 68.73 | 95% |