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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1531 | 2017-01-03 00:20:03 | 57.65 | 94% |
| 526 | 2016-11-29 23:57:04 | 55.20 | 94% |
| 276 | 2016-11-05 21:58:31 | 50.64 | 91% |