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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1314 | 2018-05-10 18:26:48 | 93.01 | 97% |
| 1092 | 2018-04-12 18:32:11 | 91.73 | 97% |
| 612 | 2018-01-09 11:19:10 | 86.42 | 96% |
| 91 | 2017-12-01 19:34:21 | 80.63 | 96% |