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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6490 | 2020-04-07 17:52:14 | 75.59 | 98% |
| 2084 | 2013-07-07 12:52:48 | 68.07 | 97% |
| 1386 | 2013-02-27 10:52:48 | 68.61 | 94% |
| 150 | 2012-09-17 03:30:05 | 59.33 | 89% |