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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5455 | 2018-06-20 22:00:11 | 101.74 | 97% |
| 4805 | 2018-06-10 00:38:20 | 103.80 | 97% |
| 3990 | 2018-05-18 23:02:08 | 110.25 | 98% |
| 264 | 2017-10-20 23:49:02 | 93.90 | 96% |