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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2807 | 2017-05-10 14:17:50 | 78.17 | 93% |
| 2230 | 2017-03-21 14:50:48 | 75.32 | 95% |
| 1063 | 2016-11-10 15:03:08 | 68.25 | 96% |
| 945 | 2016-11-07 21:14:11 | 64.94 | 95% |
| 91 | 2016-10-03 23:47:37 | 42.89 | 94% |