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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4637 | 2017-07-25 09:31:14 | 65.57 | 98% |
| 3041 | 2016-11-08 12:21:41 | 58.45 | 99% |
| 2010 | 2016-04-05 04:47:27 | 50.07 | 97% |
| 1520 | 2016-01-10 17:36:23 | 45.78 | 95% |
| 945 | 2015-11-05 10:34:08 | 51.26 | 95% |
| 65 | 2015-08-25 09:18:29 | 47.98 | 96% |