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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 928 | 2017-01-29 23:15:15 | 102.84 | 92% |
| 336 | 2016-12-11 19:52:31 | 94.35 | 90% |
| 281 | 2016-12-10 22:07:53 | 87.92 | 90% |