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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3075 | 2021-09-20 22:54:06 | 66.64 | 94% |
| 1568 | 2015-04-19 17:50:07 | 63.21 | 88% |
| 1007 | 2014-07-08 05:11:18 | 67.60 | 90% |
| 594 | 2013-02-06 06:50:21 | 65.77 | 93% |