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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3005 | 2017-06-08 04:16:46 | 160.75 | 99% |
| 1707 | 2017-05-30 00:35:31 | 141.68 | 91% |
| 797 | 2017-05-28 02:45:51 | 153.65 | 96% |
| 706 | 2017-05-27 03:37:17 | 180.94 | 100% |
| 20 | 2015-01-16 14:53:23 | 138.29 | 94% |