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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6786 | 2018-08-13 21:30:52 | 68.80 | 96% |
| 6084 | 2018-05-03 19:10:20 | 73.34 | 97% |
| 5023 | 2018-03-10 11:55:08 | 66.90 | 97% |
| 4405 | 2018-02-24 16:36:48 | 65.65 | 95% |