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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2904 | 2017-09-16 09:26:13 | 80.04 | 97% |
| 1498 | 2017-05-13 14:59:31 | 76.29 | 94% |
| 810 | 2017-04-07 07:49:32 | 75.64 | 97% |
| 106 | 2016-08-15 12:18:06 | 60.17 | 93% |