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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1448 | 2016-07-26 19:22:03 | 62.90 | 91% |
| 1429 | 2016-07-17 16:12:45 | 67.65 | 94% |
| 1405 | 2016-07-04 21:24:58 | 56.11 | 89% |
| 941 | 2016-05-16 20:30:14 | 60.13 | 94% |