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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2017-02-12 14:39:14 | 89.19 | 91% |
| 420 | 2017-01-18 06:58:49 | 86.55 | 96% |
| 154 | 2017-01-13 17:51:33 | 71.06 | 91% |