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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2295 | 2017-08-25 06:32:15 | 78.89 | 97% |
| 1873 | 2017-06-12 06:03:02 | 82.71 | 97% |
| 1533 | 2016-09-27 03:11:06 | 81.13 | 91% |
| 633 | 2015-02-10 05:49:19 | 78.35 | 95% |