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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2216 | 2017-03-22 13:49:52 | 122.72 | 96% |
| 2177 | 2017-03-16 09:28:04 | 116.90 | 93% |
| 1587 | 2016-12-26 19:25:13 | 115.83 | 96% |
| 1345 | 2016-12-03 23:36:17 | 101.48 | 96% |
| 1272 | 2015-03-31 00:27:49 | 117.51 | 98% |