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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1986 | 2017-09-21 03:58:52 | 64.06 | 98% |
| 1900 | 2017-09-13 04:54:30 | 79.51 | 99% |
| 1781 | 2017-09-05 12:18:00 | 85.96 | 100% |
| 1221 | 2017-05-29 01:56:41 | 75.13 | 96% |
| 219 | 2017-03-05 04:15:10 | 68.56 | 95% |