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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3423 | 2016-08-24 14:26:05 | 54.37 | 96% |
| 2900 | 2016-06-01 21:52:09 | 55.90 | 96% |
| 1178 | 2016-02-17 23:15:47 | 43.13 | 94% |
| 207 | 2016-01-19 18:12:30 | 35.34 | 94% |
| 144 | 2016-01-14 02:26:59 | 27.93 | 88% |