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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3143 | 2018-05-09 07:26:52 | 154.99 | 99% |
| 2445 | 2018-01-05 07:10:21 | 146.97 | 99% |
| 2256 | 2017-10-03 05:43:45 | 113.18 | 96% |
| 211 | 2017-06-16 02:58:10 | 118.72 | 97% |