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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1273 | 2016-04-01 10:29:17 | 45.25 | 90% |
| 778 | 2016-03-07 03:54:44 | 41.27 | 88% |
| 771 | 2016-03-07 03:35:05 | 41.57 | 87% |
| 150 | 2014-06-26 12:34:52 | 39.65 | 92% |