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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 306 | 2016-12-25 21:51:04 | 117.75 | 95% |
| 95 | 2016-07-21 18:33:35 | 87.98 | 88% |
| 37 | 2016-04-11 22:54:12 | 98.75 | 89% |
| 35 | 2016-03-29 21:38:34 | 107.00 | 94% |