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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2703 | 2018-10-03 01:27:31 | 67.12 | 99% |
| 1609 | 2016-06-13 18:42:21 | 73.13 | 98% |
| 623 | 2016-05-04 03:32:13 | 45.37 | 97% |
| 581 | 2016-04-21 16:16:53 | 39.59 | 92% |