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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 244 | 2016-12-01 18:21:28 | 60.13 | 93% |
| 226 | 2016-11-22 15:18:42 | 62.61 | 93% |
| 154 | 2016-11-02 19:38:31 | 68.10 | 96% |