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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3433 | 2018-11-26 21:22:08 | 80.35 | 97% |
| 2230 | 2017-06-13 13:49:22 | 74.51 | 97% |
| 1439 | 2015-08-27 10:36:38 | 66.85 | 90% |
| 822 | 2015-03-18 17:33:19 | 69.07 | 96% |
| 798 | 2015-03-18 16:38:00 | 74.58 | 98% |
| 401 | 2015-03-09 22:56:59 | 54.33 | 89% |
| 311 | 2015-03-07 13:50:56 | 61.08 | 92% |