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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6317 | 2020-04-11 17:53:20 | 161.51 | 99% |
| 5974 | 2020-04-02 08:56:07 | 126.94 | 95% |
| 5344 | 2020-03-05 09:05:54 | 137.52 | 98% |
| 200 | 2016-12-21 20:21:01 | 120.41 | 91% |