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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1376 | 2017-01-21 06:42:14 | 77.07 | 95% |
| 781 | 2016-12-14 21:14:06 | 75.10 | 94% |
| 639 | 2016-12-06 14:52:15 | 78.99 | 96% |
| 631 | 2016-12-06 14:43:40 | 74.29 | 93% |
| 61 | 2016-11-17 10:49:47 | 62.43 | 93% |