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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5412 | 2020-06-21 13:14:31 | 51.51 | 95% |
| 2030 | 2017-05-05 07:49:27 | 59.36 | 96% |
| 1319 | 2017-01-05 07:13:29 | 54.57 | 92% |
| 222 | 2016-10-18 07:51:07 | 45.04 | 92% |
| 10 | 2016-07-13 11:06:55 | 46.67 | 91% |