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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1435 | 2017-05-30 00:42:49 | 52.44 | 91% |
| 1134 | 2017-05-23 19:38:50 | 53.17 | 92% |
| 151 | 2017-05-02 13:31:33 | 53.39 | 92% |