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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2016-10-15 22:48:57 | 49.10 | 95% |
| 491 | 2016-05-14 09:08:44 | 48.86 | 96% |
| 375 | 2016-05-11 22:04:37 | 53.75 | 98% |
| 374 | 2016-05-11 22:01:59 | 48.59 | 99% |