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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13830 | 2020-06-11 23:48:00 | 99.16 | 99% |
| 11699 | 2019-10-10 22:41:59 | 81.20 | 97% |
| 11222 | 2019-10-03 11:14:28 | 98.33 | 99% |
| 5863 | 2017-08-29 17:38:15 | 79.08 | 97% |
| 1281 | 2017-06-07 02:43:27 | 48.01 | 96% |