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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2016-02-22 21:29:45 | 120.36 | 99% |
| 874 | 2016-02-21 22:54:51 | 102.28 | 98% |
| 497 | 2015-12-14 02:12:05 | 97.10 | 89% |
| 67 | 2015-12-07 13:26:29 | 118.62 | 95% |