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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2016-04-07 05:19:29 | 89.62 | 97% |
| 1051 | 2016-03-16 03:05:28 | 85.83 | 96% |
| 793 | 2016-02-28 13:00:04 | 70.30 | 84% |
| 135 | 2016-02-06 14:08:17 | 74.39 | 97% |