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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1730 | 2016-11-17 01:39:46 | 136.34 | 99% |
| 1567 | 2016-11-10 13:20:15 | 108.82 | 89% |
| 869 | 2016-10-24 00:27:38 | 85.81 | 79% |
| 41 | 2016-09-05 12:41:46 | 104.13 | 95% |