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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2097 | 2017-02-18 16:47:56 | 48.03 | 96% |
| 1914 | 2017-02-16 07:39:05 | 47.73 | 97% |
| 855 | 2017-01-30 11:56:14 | 40.45 | 97% |
| 593 | 2017-01-28 11:45:52 | 42.54 | 98% |
| 125 | 2017-01-23 04:59:40 | 38.20 | 98% |