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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3243 | 2017-07-28 15:56:35 | 56.62 | 97% |
| 2362 | 2016-09-17 09:19:07 | 57.67 | 92% |
| 1617 | 2015-11-23 13:00:22 | 59.40 | 92% |
| 1286 | 2015-10-19 21:20:17 | 52.22 | 94% |
| 143 | 2015-08-21 13:47:35 | 42.85 | 89% |