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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6530 | 2019-11-17 21:27:08 | 109.34 | 97% |
| 2420 | 2017-01-31 03:00:34 | 99.49 | 93% |
| 1679 | 2017-01-06 20:34:19 | 101.58 | 93% |
| 747 | 2016-12-05 01:00:56 | 86.62 | 83% |