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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8978 | 2019-03-05 01:18:27 | 82.81 | 97% |
| 7861 | 2019-01-07 21:41:13 | 76.17 | 97% |
| 6215 | 2018-10-02 01:58:20 | 66.97 | 96% |
| 6173 | 2018-09-30 03:31:46 | 77.11 | 99% |
| 4336 | 2018-06-14 02:44:25 | 81.64 | 99% |
| 3520 | 2018-05-10 02:55:43 | 74.90 | 97% |