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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16053 | 2020-03-10 21:37:27 | 118.57 | 96% |
| 15301 | 2020-02-09 23:32:14 | 146.01 | 97% |
| 10891 | 2019-03-07 05:26:13 | 166.34 | 99% |
| 1939 | 2017-05-14 06:44:30 | 147.09 | 98% |
| 257 | 2016-04-06 00:24:34 | 118.73 | 93% |
| 166 | 2015-12-12 03:43:43 | 115.99 | 94% |
| 59 | 2014-06-21 00:15:10 | 95.18 | 94% |