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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6662 | 2018-11-26 11:55:58 | 86.20 | 99% |
| 4742 | 2017-02-03 03:04:18 | 78.88 | 88% |
| 1942 | 2017-01-01 05:20:32 | 86.73 | 97% |
| 1938 | 2017-01-01 05:16:36 | 86.08 | 96% |
| 414 | 2016-12-10 22:07:55 | 83.19 | 93% |
| 167 | 2016-12-10 03:03:00 | 76.96 | 96% |