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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29859 | 2019-05-28 15:39:29 | 151.23 | 97% |
| 26963 | 2018-12-12 18:46:29 | 132.20 | 98% |
| 20278 | 2018-06-02 23:12:28 | 110.88 | 96% |
| 741 | 2014-11-16 00:53:16 | 108.84 | 96% |
| 677 | 2014-11-07 20:05:40 | 101.73 | 95% |
| 627 | 2014-11-01 04:32:03 | 98.54 | 95% |