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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3631 | 2017-07-03 16:46:50 | 111.47 | 97% |
| 3386 | 2016-12-14 00:31:46 | 124.76 | 99% |
| 3146 | 2016-06-05 19:29:50 | 106.35 | 94% |
| 2971 | 2016-05-31 23:17:36 | 114.45 | 95% |
| 1119 | 2016-02-15 22:57:34 | 115.65 | 96% |
| 151 | 2014-01-25 05:57:20 | 95.23 | 88% |