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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4941 | 2018-11-24 05:51:39 | 68.56 | 98% |
| 2517 | 2013-04-22 10:20:21 | 49.97 | 91% |
| 2499 | 2013-04-20 12:29:33 | 52.65 | 92% |
| 553 | 2011-07-02 16:20:35 | 34.34 | 94% |