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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4862 | 2018-12-13 08:28:51 | 73.15 | 99% |
| 1984 | 2018-02-08 03:00:09 | 66.92 | 99% |
| 1107 | 2018-01-11 21:06:26 | 65.64 | 98% |
| 242 | 2017-12-13 05:22:58 | 67.91 | 99% |