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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2017-04-14 00:59:16 | 34.63 | 92% |
| 818 | 2017-04-08 15:06:17 | 29.36 | 89% |
| 463 | 2017-03-16 15:07:54 | 33.76 | 96% |