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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2016-06-08 08:34:14 | 54.56 | 92% |
| 684 | 2016-06-06 01:24:55 | 51.87 | 91% |
| 485 | 2016-05-30 12:41:14 | 56.79 | 95% |
| 283 | 2016-05-25 07:39:27 | 52.40 | 94% |