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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2256 | 2018-07-24 02:54:53 | 78.59 | 98% |
| 1555 | 2012-09-08 14:04:26 | 62.11 | 91% |
| 1338 | 2012-08-29 15:08:39 | 60.59 | 92% |
| 1193 | 2012-08-02 11:27:36 | 56.05 | 87% |
| 684 | 2012-05-08 06:30:17 | 58.31 | 91% |