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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5180 | 2019-03-27 18:40:30 | 109.36 | 97% |
| 3937 | 2018-10-11 21:33:52 | 94.80 | 96% |
| 3120 | 2018-09-21 03:40:46 | 86.92 | 96% |
| 3035 | 2018-09-19 19:38:34 | 104.97 | 99% |
| 2340 | 2018-09-14 03:29:16 | 73.71 | 97% |