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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 938 | 2016-09-04 00:55:10 | 97.50 | 91% |
| 379 | 2016-08-21 02:29:58 | 93.70 | 88% |
| 163 | 2016-08-11 08:03:19 | 99.60 | 92% |