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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1401 | 2017-01-13 06:49:45 | 61.83 | 96% |
| 1243 | 2017-01-05 07:13:22 | 61.67 | 95% |
| 991 | 2016-12-23 09:47:14 | 65.02 | 98% |
| 319 | 2016-10-29 03:25:41 | 59.70 | 97% |