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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 487 | 2016-04-28 00:50:47 | 72.34 | 94% |
| 336 | 2016-04-20 17:42:52 | 93.66 | 93% |
| 276 | 2016-03-19 21:03:24 | 82.90 | 91% |
| 239 | 2016-03-16 03:06:34 | 54.21 | 90% |