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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1221 | 2021-12-18 13:27:37 | 58.81 | 95% |
| 775 | 2013-06-26 05:15:19 | 52.64 | 93% |
| 379 | 2013-04-20 20:28:42 | 45.09 | 88% |
| 341 | 2013-04-20 11:48:39 | 49.71 | 94% |
| 131 | 2013-04-14 11:22:56 | 49.61 | 91% |
| 65 | 2013-04-13 16:17:48 | 46.46 | 91% |