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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 704 | 2016-12-21 06:58:43 | 89.07 | 99% |
| 187 | 2016-08-01 17:04:00 | 74.72 | 96% |
| 26 | 2016-07-21 10:38:47 | 86.13 | 99% |