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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8191 | 2017-10-05 18:42:28 | 67.61 | 97% |
| 5252 | 2017-03-08 15:52:03 | 55.90 | 90% |
| 3475 | 2016-12-22 16:50:28 | 54.61 | 90% |
| 2201 | 2016-11-13 18:13:11 | 43.80 | 90% |
| 1293 | 2016-10-25 16:07:23 | 41.61 | 91% |
| 371 | 2016-10-02 21:46:05 | 31.42 | 86% |