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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 251 | 2017-06-20 04:04:08 | 51.97 | 98% |
| 169 | 2017-06-17 23:41:17 | 52.36 | 99% |
| 38 | 2017-06-14 18:18:08 | 51.02 | 98% |