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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1719 | 2017-09-18 17:28:24 | 53.99 | 95% |
| 1338 | 2017-06-19 10:14:57 | 45.54 | 94% |
| 603 | 2017-04-29 13:36:45 | 39.18 | 84% |
| 452 | 2017-04-23 08:39:45 | 41.74 | 87% |
| 362 | 2017-04-16 11:05:45 | 42.27 | 90% |