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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1766 | 2019-08-26 22:46:35 | 74.52 | 96% |
| 1096 | 2017-01-15 10:36:58 | 75.83 | 96% |
| 1055 | 2016-11-29 07:28:17 | 74.73 | 98% |
| 773 | 2016-06-04 10:36:31 | 64.02 | 91% |
| 424 | 2014-05-22 08:31:42 | 64.85 | 96% |