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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 499 | 2017-06-16 15:26:50 | 80.29 | 97% |
| 405 | 2017-06-15 21:15:17 | 74.25 | 97% |
| 262 | 2017-06-15 14:40:34 | 59.23 | 94% |