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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3193 | 2017-07-16 11:50:23 | 83.58 | 96% |
| 1357 | 2017-06-13 21:47:32 | 85.91 | 99% |
| 752 | 2017-06-04 01:02:39 | 83.24 | 94% |
| 365 | 2017-06-01 22:46:37 | 71.28 | 92% |