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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2016-08-23 06:06:44 | 73.94 | 97% |
| 660 | 2016-08-19 08:01:02 | 66.02 | 94% |
| 620 | 2016-08-18 16:10:37 | 65.46 | 95% |
| 343 | 2016-08-04 05:44:22 | 62.23 | 95% |