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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1869 | 2020-07-14 05:20:26 | 76.04 | 99% |
| 1535 | 2019-08-04 06:24:44 | 69.56 | 98% |
| 1094 | 2013-03-24 06:02:43 | 67.45 | 98% |
| 617 | 2011-11-02 05:47:36 | 64.32 | 97% |
| 608 | 2011-11-02 05:36:44 | 62.46 | 96% |