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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2000 | 2017-06-26 02:44:43 | 65.07 | 98% |
| 1901 | 2017-06-23 16:40:19 | 58.98 | 95% |
| 1854 | 2017-06-23 02:50:33 | 58.37 | 95% |
| 1452 | 2017-06-10 14:04:04 | 63.31 | 96% |