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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 986 | 2017-04-30 18:04:25 | 37.63 | 90% |
| 326 | 2017-04-03 07:34:37 | 32.91 | 87% |
| 47 | 2017-03-29 07:49:24 | 34.85 | 91% |