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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3916 | 2019-06-09 23:30:13 | 95.00 | 97% |
| 3167 | 2019-01-17 17:07:39 | 100.96 | 97% |
| 2872 | 2018-12-07 10:40:07 | 95.80 | 98% |
| 1790 | 2018-10-24 01:58:21 | 80.46 | 95% |