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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2190 | 2017-06-18 06:19:11 | 56.39 | 98% |
| 2043 | 2015-09-25 14:57:41 | 49.51 | 89% |
| 1840 | 2015-06-11 17:48:22 | 49.60 | 93% |
| 1456 | 2015-03-01 16:09:57 | 52.42 | 91% |