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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1133 | 2017-08-14 23:25:53 | 58.06 | 96% |
| 831 | 2017-06-21 20:47:26 | 48.42 | 95% |
| 654 | 2017-06-12 23:39:36 | 47.26 | 95% |