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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3800 | 2017-04-26 18:58:53 | 49.34 | 89% |
| 2053 | 2017-04-09 18:34:27 | 51.12 | 93% |
| 867 | 2017-04-02 18:14:53 | 34.38 | 92% |
| 611 | 2017-04-01 15:56:15 | 33.53 | 96% |