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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5096 | 2022-04-11 19:07:40 | 67.00 | 95% |
| 2134 | 2016-01-28 00:46:03 | 71.95 | 95% |
| 1806 | 2015-12-17 20:13:58 | 63.66 | 92% |
| 435 | 2014-03-29 23:55:44 | 72.32 | 94% |
| 117 | 2012-11-29 15:35:30 | 39.91 | 97% |