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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2016-09-14 01:48:05 | 90.32 | 92% |
| 347 | 2016-09-14 01:45:05 | 83.91 | 91% |
| 186 | 2016-02-11 12:34:19 | 82.04 | 93% |