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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5127 | 2022-01-03 23:39:54 | 69.14 | 99% |
| 2036 | 2015-10-22 18:54:29 | 53.45 | 88% |
| 1773 | 2015-05-07 23:26:35 | 48.72 | 88% |
| 1382 | 2015-02-15 23:48:03 | 73.95 | 94% |
| 1291 | 2015-02-07 01:42:17 | 63.58 | 91% |