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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 243 | 2016-05-09 16:29:42 | 83.53 | 88% |
| 233 | 2016-03-25 17:01:01 | 87.03 | 90% |
| 85 | 2015-08-16 22:04:44 | 84.47 | 90% |