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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1844 | 2016-01-04 04:44:04 | 43.31 | 88% |
| 1385 | 2015-08-11 16:17:26 | 48.57 | 90% |
| 1260 | 2015-08-06 06:24:17 | 49.61 | 91% |
| 1096 | 2015-08-02 13:03:29 | 37.09 | 89% |