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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 731 | 2016-08-23 15:06:05 | 102.18 | 97% |
| 515 | 2016-08-19 09:07:13 | 94.83 | 96% |
| 506 | 2016-08-18 19:24:34 | 79.47 | 92% |
| 258 | 2016-08-06 08:50:31 | 70.10 | 87% |