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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7223 | 2018-04-29 09:09:30 | 62.02 | 97% |
| 6509 | 2018-04-23 04:02:21 | 63.86 | 99% |
| 2879 | 2017-09-06 18:40:36 | 51.58 | 96% |
| 441 | 2016-08-31 16:47:25 | 47.06 | 97% |