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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5783 | 2017-06-17 16:46:56 | 78.36 | 97% |
| 3756 | 2017-05-17 07:42:46 | 76.72 | 90% |
| 2877 | 2017-04-29 05:05:02 | 75.85 | 88% |
| 2701 | 2017-04-24 11:19:09 | 75.06 | 93% |
| 1132 | 2017-03-13 06:21:14 | 62.55 | 89% |