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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1157 | 2017-05-30 20:51:49 | 88.14 | 95% |
| 777 | 2017-05-16 00:10:58 | 84.91 | 94% |
| 167 | 2017-05-02 03:27:22 | 82.78 | 95% |