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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4901 | 2018-06-06 17:05:49 | 64.15 | 97% |
| 3024 | 2016-12-16 04:30:29 | 58.87 | 96% |
| 2653 | 2016-11-25 22:06:49 | 46.35 | 92% |
| 2208 | 2016-11-21 23:20:49 | 57.18 | 99% |
| 553 | 2016-10-25 17:01:47 | 42.96 | 95% |