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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2219 | 2018-04-16 07:13:49 | 51.77 | 93% |
| 1641 | 2017-09-12 04:18:40 | 45.37 | 93% |
| 1391 | 2017-08-20 03:47:07 | 51.84 | 96% |
| 888 | 2016-12-24 06:26:46 | 48.00 | 93% |
| 87 | 2016-11-10 07:19:58 | 33.91 | 92% |