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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 437 | 2016-07-04 06:44:19 | 70.80 | 93% |
| 272 | 2016-06-17 06:08:15 | 61.05 | 90% |
| 88 | 2016-04-25 07:49:49 | 66.17 | 94% |