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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2022-08-20 17:31:55 | 114.73 | 98% |
| 490 | 2013-01-25 17:23:37 | 71.68 | 91% |
| 339 | 2012-10-25 18:10:57 | 92.51 | 93% |
| 151 | 2012-09-26 19:09:22 | 93.66 | 94% |