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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10323 | 2018-09-12 14:47:40 | 63.29 | 95% |
| 9695 | 2018-09-04 13:48:04 | 76.06 | 97% |
| 7422 | 2018-06-19 11:13:06 | 75.85 | 98% |
| 5650 | 2018-06-09 14:19:58 | 55.15 | 99% |