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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 386 | 2016-06-23 00:54:12 | 61.23 | 94% |
| 371 | 2016-06-22 23:48:21 | 61.73 | 96% |
| 332 | 2016-06-21 12:18:05 | 53.41 | 92% |
| 179 | 2016-06-07 10:55:29 | 53.20 | 92% |