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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1418 | 2017-04-01 20:43:58 | 45.46 | 91% |
| 1340 | 2017-03-30 09:29:19 | 42.31 | 91% |
| 1282 | 2017-03-19 10:33:07 | 46.14 | 93% |