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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5328 | 2018-01-11 14:09:48 | 52.09 | 95% |
| 3500 | 2017-06-06 06:54:33 | 48.98 | 95% |
| 3042 | 2017-05-11 11:11:00 | 51.83 | 95% |
| 918 | 2017-02-13 05:06:57 | 34.75 | 88% |