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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4038 | 2017-04-22 01:16:41 | 85.15 | 94% |
| 3941 | 2017-04-19 07:44:19 | 78.89 | 95% |
| 2781 | 2017-03-02 13:09:49 | 70.87 | 93% |
| 696 | 2017-01-05 09:32:58 | 52.25 | 89% |
| 389 | 2016-12-26 07:26:26 | 47.14 | 88% |