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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1818 | 2016-09-08 14:13:46 | 73.74 | 88% |
| 1567 | 2016-08-30 04:24:10 | 74.91 | 88% |
| 843 | 2016-07-26 09:19:23 | 74.16 | 87% |