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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2824 | 2022-03-06 21:17:33 | 128.31 | 99% |
| 661 | 2012-06-03 14:29:52 | 82.85 | 92% |
| 245 | 2012-03-11 23:36:36 | 68.62 | 92% |
| 109 | 2011-11-08 16:26:34 | 44.41 | 90% |