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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1493 | 2016-01-21 07:42:54 | 87.39 | 92% |
| 1411 | 2016-01-17 04:45:48 | 101.96 | 96% |
| 1371 | 2016-01-17 01:56:46 | 92.94 | 92% |
| 927 | 2016-01-06 23:16:36 | 96.24 | 95% |
| 919 | 2016-01-06 23:10:49 | 88.02 | 89% |