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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1506 | 2017-01-17 09:56:12 | 82.80 | 90% |
| 1108 | 2017-01-13 09:44:08 | 80.93 | 93% |
| 881 | 2017-01-11 23:12:13 | 74.85 | 89% |