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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1856 | 2016-06-09 03:12:33 | 54.18 | 88% |
| 1530 | 2016-05-08 08:19:44 | 50.73 | 83% |
| 1304 | 2016-04-24 01:01:56 | 48.80 | 85% |
| 559 | 2016-02-27 10:59:04 | 39.53 | 90% |