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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2270 | 2020-02-04 14:47:37 | 67.57 | 98% |
| 1745 | 2015-03-18 04:30:51 | 61.19 | 91% |
| 1691 | 2015-03-13 22:25:48 | 48.46 | 89% |
| 1596 | 2015-02-01 13:46:40 | 58.66 | 95% |
| 1002 | 2014-04-24 13:24:15 | 43.26 | 90% |
| 421 | 2013-09-06 14:48:51 | 41.13 | 93% |