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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3325 | 2021-10-16 08:36:05 | 85.71 | 96% |
| 2608 | 2020-07-12 12:02:48 | 94.85 | 98% |
| 855 | 2015-01-18 14:49:28 | 111.08 | 98% |
| 672 | 2014-12-20 01:23:04 | 89.28 | 92% |
| 461 | 2014-10-29 11:50:56 | 96.22 | 96% |