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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1113 | 2017-02-13 18:08:01 | 61.77 | 97% |
| 936 | 2017-02-02 23:00:45 | 55.95 | 93% |
| 896 | 2017-02-01 00:44:36 | 55.71 | 96% |
| 457 | 2017-01-12 23:51:22 | 48.98 | 90% |