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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 816 | 2017-04-12 10:43:13 | 72.62 | 91% |
| 480 | 2017-03-15 09:00:59 | 59.34 | 90% |
| 314 | 2017-02-15 20:13:16 | 70.36 | 92% |