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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2054 | 2020-06-05 09:13:32 | 59.10 | 96% |
| 1128 | 2015-07-26 10:43:50 | 62.37 | 92% |
| 832 | 2015-07-10 03:58:30 | 75.51 | 93% |
| 119 | 2013-01-17 17:07:25 | 53.90 | 91% |