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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 319 | 2016-06-04 15:35:01 | 75.07 | 97% |
| 69 | 2016-05-26 15:37:32 | 66.02 | 97% |
| 54 | 2016-05-26 13:15:13 | 65.84 | 96% |